Just that really and posting for a bit of a moan.
Second pregnancy, DS is 2 years 9 months. He's a delight and potty trained reasonably quickly but my goodness he is energetic - you almost need to treat him like a sheepdog - out early in the am, run him ragged outdoors and then he'll usually settle in the PM. He doesn't nap in the day any more (the menace dropped it the week the sickness with this pregnancy kicked in) but has a little quiet time with books or a half hour of Tractor Ted/Thomas the Tank in the PM.
I've had it easy compared to a lot of women but I've found this pregnancy such a slog. Awful sickness and an immediate graduation into heartburn/indigestion with no break, no glowy second trimester. Exhausted. Unable to work out the way I did the last time and just feel so unfit heading into the birth, whereas last time I felt quite prepared and had a relatively easy labour.
Now I'm facing down the barrel of the second birth and absolutely have the scaries about it. Toddler using me as a climbing frame and won't settle to do anything for longer than 5 minutes - he obviously knows something is up. Dog thinks I'm about to be under attack(!) and won't settle or leave me be either, he'll even sit on my feet when I go to the loo. Sleeping about 2 hours a night between the heartburn, nausea (which has returned, whoopee) and PGP. Just so over the whole pregnancy and worrying about the other side (how on EARTH do you cluster feed/breastfeed with a toddler destroying the place).
Also feeling so guilty about feeling like a terrible Mum, increased TV time etc. Fun Mum left the building the minute the second line appeared, poor boy.
Anyone else like to join the whinge? Pregnancy and toddler are obviously such a blessing but boy it's tough.