When I was pregnant with my second child, I wrote about the difference between being pregnant the second time around. Baby #1 vs. Baby #2 was one of my favorite posts to write. However, I’m quickly learning that was nothing…I mean, NOTHING compared to being pregnant with #3.
Baby #1: Reading every book on baby.
Baby #2: Reading every article on siblings.
Baby #3: Reading how-to survive manuals.
Baby #1: Brand new, freshly cleaned outfits to bring baby home from hospital.
Baby #2: Hospital bag was forgotten as we rushed out the door to the hospital. Husband has to bring random semi-clean outfit for baby.
Baby #3: Those onesies the hospital provides are clean enough.
Baby #1: Prenatal yoga, walks, healthy eating!
Baby #2: Running after first baby is exercise.
Baby #3: Sitting on my fat a** and waiting for my husband to come home, watching the seconds tick by is exhausting.
Baby #1: Maternity clothes are so fun!
Baby #2: Even though I’m pregnant in a completely different season, I’m still gonna rock last pregnancy’s wardrobe.
Baby #3: Can’t find old maternity clothes, so not even bothering. Stretching out normal clothes until they burst at the seams.
Baby #1: Listening to everyone’s advice on what it’s like to be a mom.
Baby #2: Listening to myself.
Baby #3: Everyone shut the hell up. Silence is a virtue.
Baby #1: Beautiful baby book already filled with fun pregnancy moments we’ve experienced during this journey.
Baby #2: Beautiful empty baby book remains empty on child’s second birthday.
Baby #3: The birth certificate provides a wealth of information.
Baby #1: Nursery is perfect. Can’t wait to bring baby home to a beautiful room that they won’t even set foot into for 6 months-1 year.
Baby #2: We moved baby #1 out of the crib and slapped on some new sheets.
Baby #3: Pack ‘n play works just fine.
Baby #1: Strangers lovingly ask, “Is this your first? How precious!”
Baby #2: Strangers say, “Awww- two will to be a handful!”
Baby #3: Strangers don’t even talk anymore. Instead they look at the other two hood rats running wild through a crowded supermarket. They then stare at my big belly, look down, shake their heads and walk away.
Baby #1: Dad to be attends every doctor’s appointment.
Baby #2: Dad attends 20 week ultrasound.
Baby #3: Doctor asks, “Is there a father?”
Baby #1: Love with all your heart.
Baby #2: Love with all your heart.
Baby #3: Dear heart, please make room to love one more.
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Valerie
July 15, 2016 at 7:56 pmLol! The birth certificate one made me laugh. 😀
Shanisty
July 17, 2016 at 8:09 amThat was my personal favorite. hahah.
Shanisty
July 22, 2016 at 8:10 amhahah. Mine too.
Barbara Fisher
July 15, 2016 at 8:35 pmWay too funny, and very true. First baby has the most pictures, mementos.
Shanisty
July 16, 2016 at 4:58 pmHAHA Totally!!
Keith Rightmyer
July 16, 2016 at 12:19 amAs a third child, this explains so much….😀
Shanisty
July 16, 2016 at 4:58 pmI love this. You give me hope for our third child. 🙂 haha.
Tara
July 21, 2016 at 8:52 amAlso a third child 😂 You got this, momma!!
Shanisty
July 22, 2016 at 8:09 am<3 You too!! You're my inspiration.
varasabt
July 25, 2024 at 1:37 amPersonally, my husband and I have used breastfeeding as a natural birth control method for many years and it has worked very well for our family. The distance between each child is natural, without medical intervention or any other methods. My husband and I enjoyed having sex without worrying about pregnancy while breastfeeding regularly. When each child reached a certain age, I became pregnant again. In my 2nd and 3rd pregnancies, I never had my period again. Our family currently has 6 daughters (three sets of twin girls): Sofia and Jojo, aged 8 years and 1 month, Anna and Elsa, aged 4 years and 7 months, Maddy and Olife, aged 1 year and 4 months.