I thought I might start a blog to document my second (and probably final pregnancy). So, here it is.

I don't know exactly how I felt at this point with my son. I know that there was a lot more "changes" to expect. We were busy planning the baby shower, registering for the baby "stuff", and planning on how everything would work when I was home all the time. We had no idea (really) what to expect. Everyday was a surprise. And it was really very exciting.

Like I said, I don't really know what I felt at this point in the pregnancy (11 weeks). I do remember the excitement going on. So far, I don't feel the same way this time. I don't know if it's that we already have the baby stuff, so nothing new to get. I don't know if it is the constant morning/noon/night sickness that lasted the whole pregnancy last time (and I am scared that it will this time as well). Or maybe it is just that it is that I have a two year old now. He could make anyone tired.

In any case, I don't feel as excited yet. I do feel tired. I do feel nausous. I do feel like I will miss what I have now. I love to spend time alone with my son. I love waking up and having 8 hours to do whatever he wants. I enjoy talking to him uninterupted. I will miss it so much when Peanut comes along and takes some of that attention away.

I am excited about a few things though. I am excited to find out if Peanut is a boy or a girl. I am excited to find out if he/she looks like my son. I can't wait to feel the kicks and punches of little tiny feet and hands. I am also excited that my son will have a little brother or sister to fight with. I have a long time before that happens, but in the meantime, I must enjoy the fact that I am still little enough that I