Being pregnant is very different the second time around. It doesn’t feel all that different, physically (that hasn’t been my experience, at least), but there are some key differences:
1. You’re huger faster. I was nowhere near this big this early on in the pregnancy last time. It’s like my belly was just waiting for a fresh opportunity – other than Thanksgiving dinner – to really bust out and show its stuff again.
2. You don’t think about it as much. Not that I’m absentmindedly doing tequila shooters every night, or signing up for sushi-eating contests, but whole days go by where the pregnancy just isn’t at the forefront of my mind (until I realize I can no longer button my jeans; see #1).
3. You are already dealing with another little person in the here and now. The future baby somehow seems much more theoretical when you have an actual toddler running around your life on a daily basis (though the worlds do tend to collide when child #1 attempts to sit on your belly and bounce up and down on child #2).
4. You no longer pay any mind to that “best bite” crap the What To Expect When You’re Expecting people try to lay on you. Okay, full disclosure: I really didn’t give this one any credence the first time around, either. The best bite is the one I currently have in my mouth (it’s probably something tasty, otherwise I wouldn’t have bothered), followed closely by the one I’m about to swallow. If I’m not eating my meals out of dented, rusty cans, or drinking Cloroxtinis, I figure baby and I will be just fine.