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You’re pregnant for a second time – ‘Hoorah!’, you think, ‘a chance to reuse my Cuddledry baby apron towel!’ And then your thoughts turn to the pregnancy. You’ve done it once already, you feel like you know what to expect. But does a second pregnancy always follow the same path?

Today Jacqui Paterson shares the delights of pregnancy second time round. Jacqui is the mother of 18-month-old Lucia, and has another on the way. She is a professional features journalist, and blogs at Mummy’s Little Monkey.

Morning sickness. Pah! What a crock! They should rename it: ‘Begins from the moment you wake up, then steadily increases in stomach-churning intensity over the entire day, until slightly easing off around 9pm (if you’re lucky) sickness’. At least that’s how it was for me when I was pregnant with my daughter Lucia.

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When you first find out you are pregnant, you want the world to know. Obviously you don’t look pregnant, so short of carrying a sign, how do you let people know? When Hazel Gaynor, blogger at Hot Cross Mum, made her first trip to Mothercare, she felt overhwhelmed by all the STUFF and also by a feeling of wanting everyone to know she was pregnant, and not just browsing aimlessly.

A week after I discovered I was pregnant, I decided to pop into Mothercare – the panacea for all things baby. I had, of course, been in here before to buy presents for nieces, nephews and off-spring of various friends, but now I was here for myself, because I was PREGNANT and the shop suddenly looked entirely different.

I really only wanted to buy a book on pregnancy but of course found myself browsing around the entire shop, taking in all the baby paraphernalia which we would need in the not too distant future. There was all the obvious big stuff like cots, buggies and car seats – I couldn’t believe how many shelves of car seats there were! Then I found the maternity clothes which all looked massive and over-patterned so decided to move on to the cutest part of the shop – the baby clothes. I stood in awe of the tiny little vests, coats and soft shoes and picked up a couple of adorable soft toys, still in disbelief that we were going to need all these things.

Slightly freaked out already by the sheer amount of things in this shop and the unappealing maternity jeans, I then came across an aisle of maternity bras, disposable knickers, breast pumps and other bizarre looking equipment which I had no idea even existed, let alone know what it was for.

I suddenly felt totally out of my depth; in an ‘other world’ of which I knew very little and which my gymkhana rosette, netball medal, 9 O’Levels, 3 A’Levels, BA (Hons) degree, a year in Australia, a London Marathon and 11 years of work experience had not helped prepare me for at all.

I felt like a complete fraud or some kind of freak who spends their day meandering around baby shops as a result of some terrible tragedy in their past. I wanted a sign saying ‘I’m pregnant’ or a big bump like all the other women in the shop; I wanted to know what Almond Oil could possibly be used for, why there were 18 different types of bottle teets and I wanted to talk knowingly to an assistant about the benefits of a three versus a four-wheeler buggy.

Instead, I self-consciously picked up a book titled ‘Pregnancy & Childbirth’ which seemed to cover everything (although in hindsight it did look like it was produced in the 1970’s) and paid the assistant who barely acknowledged me, let alone offer her congratulations on my ‘condition’. In fact, she seemed to be completely disinterested in my reasons for buying this book which was pretty bloody obvious. I resisted the temptation to shout across the counter, “I’M PREGNANT, PREGNANT, PREGNANT”, and wandered back home to read about the possible damage I had done to my unborn child by eating blue cheese a few days ago.

Hot Cross Mum offers an honest, frank and humorous insight into the domestic rollercoaster of life as a Stay At Home Mum to two young boys. Listed in the Independent Top 50 Parenting Websites and Blogs and ranked in the UKs Top 100 Parenting Blogs Index, she says of herself, “Having fallen off the corporate ladder 12 months ago, my days are now less about deadlines and boardrooms and more about washing lines and bathrooms. As an antidote to washing floors, worrying about what to cook for tea and the pain of stepping on small cars in bare feet, I write about my life as a mother and other mother’s lives. It’s very therapeutic!”

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Today at the Cuddledry blog we’re talking pregnancy. Think pregnancy is nine months of blooming and nesting? Think again! In this post, Ellen Arnison explores some of the more unexpected things pregnancy taught her. Ellen is, in her own words, a ‘journalist, writer, blogger, mother, wife and occasionally whole person.’ She has three sons: Boy One, Boy Two, Boy Three, and a husband, the Panther of News. If you like what you read, why not check out Ellen’s personal blog?

Many facts about me turned out to be untrue. I thought I was someone who by dint of effort could defy my body, but that wasn’t true. I also thought I had good balance and lots of energy and that wasn’t the case either.

Time plays tricks. When you stand there in the bathroom with pee-covered stick in your hand a real, live baby seems so far in the future you can hardly see it. However, through caution or superstition, you don’t rush to get anything and, suddenly, there are only days, you can hardly move, and you still don’t have a cot.

Pregnant women don’t often crave coal. They crave chocolate, mushrooms, orange ice lollies, coca cola, KFC chicken strips, steak, malt loaf, gazpacho, kebabs and more chocolate.

Standards of grooming are flexible. I stumbled on a mums’ internet group discussion about how to keep the topiary of your lady garden pruned and the need to do so before seeing the midwife/consultant/any other person permitted to rummage therein. I was astonished by how much this mattered to so many. In my case, as soon as I could no longer see what was going on, I didn’t care. And I hoped any healthcare professional had better things to worry about than the state of my bikini line.

It doesn’t matter what you rub on your belly, if you’re going to get stretch marks, you will. Sorry.

For a little while that last stone you’ve been unable to shift since the last baby becomes invisible. Poke your belly out with pride and forget that, at the moment, most of what’s filling your big knickers is the pizza binges from the last time round.

Things you once took for granted will seem marvellous, even miraculous. These things include bending over without grunting, just bending over, comfortable bowel movements, ankle bones, a full night’s sleep and not having to plan your route from toilet to toilet.

The world shrinks as you expand. Once international events mattered to me, national ones more so. I got bored easily and needed new people and things to fuel my mind. However, once up the duff I was quite happy to shuffle around the house only seeing family and friends and probably not talking to them much either.

Each pregnancy is as different as each child and you don’t just crave food. Boy One’s was serene, mystical and filled with the urge to wallow in the sea. Boy Two’s edgy, energetic and marked by a need for colourful things. Boy Three’s was tense, spaced out and filled with a desire to clear a big space around myself.

We’ve got weird ideas about the significance of mothers and babies. Some of the people who’ll come out of the woodwork full of curiosity about your gestation, can’t be seen for dust when the little darling arrives. Others who used to treat you like an equal, squirm and fidget around you perhaps because the presence of your growing foetus makes them think you might have actually had sex.

It might be mundane and commonplace, but every growing bump and subsequent newborn person is a source of amazement and wonder. And if that seems a long way off, don’t worry it’ll be here before you know it and you’ll be wondering what the fuss was all about.

What unexpected lessons did you learn from pregnancy? We’d love to hear your stories!

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