Last time round I could indulge myself a bit more. Feeling sick? Duvet on the sofa. Feeling tired? A nice lie-in. A bit spotty and grotty? Shopping spree and/or DVD day. Second time round though you've got another person to look after and my 20mo DS doesn't like things like lie-ins or DVD days.
Last time I was barely sick, I just felt sick rather than actually puking, but when I did I could at least do it in peace. This time I had DS going "aaaaw!", patting my back, and then closing the toilet lid on my head. Hard.
That is of course when I make it to the toilet. I didn't have time on one occassion and had to throw DS off my knee and grab what was nearest - his potty. Now instead of sitting on his potty DS kneels in front of it and goes "buuurrrgh!" then applauds.
I still feel engaged with the pregnancy but I don't have time to pore over baby books and growth websites, I couldn't tell you whether she's the size of a grapefruit or a watermelon.
This time around I know what I'm in for and have no illusions about the end of pregnancy, labour, or life with a newborn.
I know what to buy and what not to buy in terms of clothes, equipment, gadgets, and gizmos.
Even if I'm craving something badly and want to hoarde it and not share I have to share if DS likes the look of it. Thankfully he doesn't like liquorice but he does love bananas and garlic crackers.