Really?

We know there is a baby in there.  We saw TBD.  Heard the heart beat.  But it is just so weird this time around.  I wonder if it's because I'm so hung up on Joey and constantly thinking about him and what trouble he may be getting into, that I don't have time to think about the new babe.  TBD may cross my mind once I settle down into my bed at night.  That's when I'll pull out my "What to Expect" book (not like I need to read it, since I read that thing front to back 20 million times during the first pregnancy) and read up on what week we're at because I feel like that makes me pregnant.  

Now that most of the morning sickness has gone away, it is way easy to "forget" that I'm with child.  With all of my baby forgetfulness, I have totally forgotten all of the stuff I'm NOT supposed to do or eat while prego!   Of course, the "rules" come barreling back at me at the most annoying times, like when I'm eating a medium rare steak, drinking loads of caffeine, eating feta cheese or lunch meat, and so on.  Ahhh, I'm not as worried this time.  I've heard that a lot about second (third, fourth, fifth, etc) kids.  You learn not to "care" so much about the small stuff.  You realize that people have been having babies forever without all of these rules and a good portion of them turned out alright.  (Side note:  I know lots of elders told me this when I was pregnant with Joey, but you know, I'm young and dumb and must try everything out for myself before I believe any of this advice).  I'm just trying to be sensible about things.  I did completely knock out alcohol.  And totally kicked that pesky drug habit I had going on.  KIDDING!  Hugs, not drugs, people!  :)