Friday, March 13, 2009

Babies, babies, everywhere

I feel like it's the season of pregnancy.

My friend Lisa is about 7 weeks ahead of me. My friend Elizabeth just gave birth to a bee-yoo-tee-ful baby boy, Elliot. Seriously, he's gorgeous. My friend Christi is about a month or so ahead of me.

Seeing Elizabeth's pictures of Elliot have made me more excited about The Joey. Not that I'm not looking forward to another baby, but strangely, this pregnancy has been very different than my last one, in that I don't feel consumed by it in a psychological sense.

With Zeke, I was constantly aware of being pregnant. I thought about it non-stop. I had my pregnancy tracker as my internet home page.

With Joey, I was very, very happy to have a good 7-week ultrasound, because I had a miscarriage before Zeke, so I was skittish. In fact, when I saw the heartbeat, and the fact that the fetus measured exactly the right size based on how old it was, I started to cry.

But after that, I didn't think about it so much, except when I was puking. I get a weekly email from updating me on Joey's progress, and every Friday morning, when it pops into my inbox, I'm surprised.

"Oh, yeah. I'm pregnant!"

But seeing Elizabeth's pictures of Elliot made my heart skip a beat, not only because I love my friend and am so happy for her, but also because it reminded me of what I have to look forward to in about 6 1/2 months.

And I'm really, really looking forward to it.

What Joey's up to:


  1. I could totally see how the second time would feel so much more normal. I think about it ALL the time - because it's all new and weird and wtf is going on now?

    Our babies are going to be so close in age!!!

  2. I'm so excited for you guys (guys?). I remember that wild, happy, thrilling, scary time of pregnancy and young children. So many fond memories....

    I hope you're feeling better after the worst of the nausea.

  3. Oh Wendy, we're glad to be of service! And I can't wait to see Joey, too. It's been sooooooooo long since we visited in any sense.