Is it me or am I somehow more emotionally volatile during this second pregnancy? I remember being emotional during the first pregnancy, but surely not to this extent.
Hubby’s dog died recently – it wasn’t as if I was particularly close to him – but I bawled my eyes when it happened. When my SIL started crying, I cried, too.
I had a little tiff with hubby – just one of those usual squabbles that husbands and wives usually run into from time to time – and the dam burst as if we were having a major tiff. Heck, I can remember the days when even a major tiff couldn’t get a tear rolling, and now look at me!
I was reading a book and I started sobbing – I wasn’t even crying any more – I was sobbing! I watch something on TV and it makes me cry – and it drives me insane because hubby finds it so amusing and I feel like cuffing him for it.
And that’s not all. I was walking through a department store recently and for no reason at all, I felt as if I was about to cry. Now what the heck is all that about?
It’s not just the crying. My temper seems a little short fused, too. Admittedly, I was always a bit of a hot-head in my younger days, but I thought becoming a parent seemed to have mellowed me out quite a bit. Not so if you have seen the way I’ve reacted over little things lately.
Aside from the uncontrolled emotions, I also seem excessively anxious. They say that having been through pregnancy once before makes it easier the second time. Well, for some reason, I feel even more apprehensive about the delivery this time around. During the first pregnancy, I’m sure I managed to put all thoughts about the delivery out of my head until I was almost ready to pop. Lately, all I can think about is the delivery and I can’t say the thoughts are particularly positive ones.
Is it my emotional state affecting me, or am I just becoming more fearful with age? During the last doctor’s appointment, Dr Wong took a blood sample from me. Ordinarily, I don’t sweat it about needles – I don’t like them, but I reckon I handle them pretty well. But that time, I felt so tense, I was starting to sweat at the thought of the needle drawing my blood.
Psychological effects aside, here are the physical developments to date:
- My hairfall cycles have decreased dramatically and my hair does feel great. Even when I don’t do much to it, it still looks a lot better than it did before I got pregnant.
- Starting to feel a general apathy about food with occasional madness for specific things that go through phases. For instance, I had an enormous soya bean craze and couldn’t get enough of it. I could have been content eating nothing but Tofu Fa. However, that phase has since passed and I think I’m pretty over it.
- Despite only being five months pregnant, I feel like I’m at least seven months gone. I move like it and I have the energy levels like it. I hate to think how much bigger I’m going to be when I really get there.
- Whether it is due to my size or the fact that I’m still co-sleeping with a toddler, sleeping seems to be rather uncomfortable. I wake up with a lower back ache sometimes even though there has been nothing odd about the way I slept (at least – not that I am aware of).
- Energy levels are down considerably, which might be due to the fact that I’m under the weather with a cold (don’t worry, not Swine Flu – no fever, chills or aches). Considering that Gavin has the same bug, I’m surprised by how well he’s taking it. I certainly look a lot worse for wear.
- My belly has finally surpassed that of the hubby’s.
As you can see, I no longer chase Gavin around the playground but have enlisted my SIL’s boyfriend to do that task for me.