Now that I’ve passed the halfway mark in my second pregnancy, I think I’m far enough along to start acknowledging some of the clear differences between a first and second pregnancy. Aside from the obvious (there is already one child in the house that I’m responsible for), there are some things that matter so much during a first pregnancy that eventually become things that don’t matter as much in a second pregnancy. Perhaps it’s because the novelty has worn off, perhaps I’m more mature (I mean, I am three years older than I was during my first pregnancy, which is like 20 in mom years), or perhaps I’m busier now and I just don’t have time to stress about the same things as before. Either way, I’m finding that things just don’t feel like as big of a deal as they did last time.
Personally, I consider this is a good thing. I’m not a huge fan of surprises in general, so I much prefer going through pregnancy with the knowledge of what it’s actually like to go through pregnancy, labor, and delivery than without. I’m certain that my previous pregnancy is 100 percent to blame for the shift in attitude, but I’m not complaining. I’m actually too busy not thinking about the following things to complain: