I’m learning some things from being pregnant a second time. First, when someone tells you that every pregnancy is different. They’re wrong. So far, mine have been the same. I’m banking on that now because with Joelle my all-the-time sickness went away a few weeks before the second trimester. I hope that’s the case! Little girl has been so patient with a very sick mommie. At this point, I no longer believe anyone that says “each kid is different” either. I’m thinking we’ll have a very collicky, poor sleeping baby. That will grow into a very delightful toddler, like Joelle.

Second, you worry so much more with the second baby. I guess we were blissfully unaware of just how many awful things can happen to this baby growing inside of you the first go round. On the flip side, I think we truly appreciate what a miracle a healthy baby is. A lot of people answer, “just a healthy baby,” when asked if they want a girl or a boy. I say that… and really mean it this time. My mom confirmed that, although my worry has somewhat been shaped by a recent tragedy with my friend’s baby, we just know more with the second one. She worried constantly about me, but the thought never crossed her mind that something would be wrong with Joey.

Third, Joelle has no idea what’s going to be happening in her little life. There’s not much we can do to prepare her. I have complete faith that she will be an incredible big sister, but it’s going to really shock her. She’s excited by the idea, but doesn’t really understand. She doesn’t like change… I know this about her, so it should be interesting. She noticed that I had on a “sleeping” shirt to go work out the other day and pointed it out. I said, “mommie is already growing and I don’t like wearing tighter work out shirts.” She said, “Mommie, I don’t want you to get bigger!” Oh boy. If that bothers her…. see what I mean?