Kyz if my daughters are half as caring and attentive to me as you are to your mum then I will consider myself blessed.
Second and subsequent pregnancies are never the same as the first. With the first you get fussed over and enjoy each twinge and change, get to rest and know exactly how many days pregnant you are. And your hubby will not want to even touch you as you are such a fragile flower and he does not want to hurt the baby. And you feel horny as fuck.
With subsequent ones, you have a child to consider and worry about how it will change their world, your relationship and basically how the fuck you will cope. And if you will have enough love. Which you do. And you don't get to sleep or rest, and nobody bothers about how you are, or fusses over you, and you just want the 9 months over now! Bored with this game as done it all before. And you know vaguely how many weeks you are.
But the magic of when you see that line for the first time is just as wonderful, and at night when it is just you and bump and you have a moment to feel it kick and tumble... Just as wonderful, if not more so, as you know just how awesome being a mummy is.
And then you realise you are fucking tired. And then your child wakes up, and then your hubby wants sex as he knows it will be months before he gets so much as a sniff.......