the end of the second

On Sunday I turn 27 weeks, putting me at the last week of my second trimester. That means it is time to give some blog attention to my pregnancy, which I haven't done much of in a while.

It feels odd to be so close to the third trimester. This pregnancy has just been so different in many ways. No, I take that back. The pregnancy has not been that different, it is me that is different. When I was pregnant with my first it was all-consuming. I'd get home after work, prop my feet up and daydream about my first little boy. Ask me how much time I have to daydream now. Go on, just ask.

The answer is none.

Even with my ever-expanding waistline I still forget that I am pregnant. Even with a busy little boy kicking around like crazy in there, I forget. Even with sciatic pain and sleepless nights, I forget. It is amazing how a busy 17-month-old will consume all of your brain power.

Hubby thinks I am carrying more up front with this baby than I did with Moose. I can see that a bit. I am most certainly higher. With Moose I carried so low the whole time I felt that he would just fall right out. This baby is still low overall, but not as low.

So what does it mean to for me to be 27 weeks? Well 27 weeks is the last week of my second trimester, as I mentioned. It is also exactly 12 weeks before Moose was born. I can't believe I could be so close to meeting Moose's little brother.

It also means that I am starting to get a bit nervous for birth. I've been through birth before so there is not that unknown factor, but I'm still nervous. I didn't think I would be. Yet I realize that my birth story could be so different than it was with Moose, and in some ways that unknown scares me. It also scares me being away from Moose for two to three days in the hospital. There is a good chance he will not be allowed to come visit me during my stay due to H1N1-induced hospital policies banning children under a certain age from visiting relatives. I cannot lie, it upsets me knowing that he may not get to meet his little brother in the hospital. No, its not the end of the world. But being stuck in a hospital bed without my older little boy to be there for those special moments is a tough pill to swallow. Of course its hard for me to be away from him. I have been with him every day of his life.

So that's where I am. And after next week the countdown will really begin.