Friday, 07 January 2011
It’s true that like snowflakes, no two pregnancies are alike. And if you’ve done it once already, you’ll find yourself comparing not only other women's experiences to your first one, but all of your subsequent pregnancies as well.
For me, naming the biggest difference would be to state the obvious. I’m chasing a 2 year old around during this one. But that simple difference has had many, many implications.
Tonight, I was waiting on a pharmacy technician to determine whether or not it was safe for me to use over-the-counter nasal spray. Her first question should have been an expected one.
“How far along are you?”
Crap. “Three months?”
The fact that I phrased my response in the form of a question was a dead giveaway. (As was the toddler knocking Tums off the shelves). This was not my first rodeo.
If you had asked me that same question three years ago, my answer would have been something like, “12 weeks, 3 days, 8 hours, and 41 minutes.”
That is only a slight exaggeration. Just in case I might have forgotten exactly how far along I was during my first pregnancy, which was unlikely considering how obsessed I was with LMPs and EDDs, I set up a Google alert to email me the baby’s gestational age. Daily.
In case you’re wondering about the nasal spray, the technician looked at me with a critical glance towards my belly, pausing for a brief second before declaring, “No. No, it’s not safe.”
I knew what she was thinking. That baby needs all the help it can get without you spraying chemicals up your nose.
She may have a valid concern, but I am not tempted to go back to counting down my pregnancy to days and hours (these right here are the words I will be eating in six months, for future reference). My reasoning – for now – is that wishing away my pregnancy this time around would be the same as wanting Avery to wake up tomorrow having magically turned three.
I’m not ready to have a three year old. Avery will be thirty before I know it. And for that reason, I’ll hold on to these next few (six, is it?) months as long as I can.
How do you manage the pregnancy ‘countdown’?