Oh yeah, and there's that, too...

In all this hubbub -- the dissertation, the moving, the family-visiting, the settling-in -- I keep forgetting to think about U.B. Yes, I am taking daily steps to help ensure his/her health, such as napping when Isaac naps, abstaining from caffeine, alcohol, blahdeeblah, and taking my vitamins all like a good little expectant mommy. I blogged earlier that I was having some hellacious morning sickness, like daily, day-long bouts of buzz-killing nausea. Since my defense, that has largely stopped, and only when I don't get much sleep at night do I feel bad. Luckily, Isaac has been sleeping largely through the night, so that sleeplessness crap is mostly my fault. Evidently I also get to be an insomniac with this pregnancy. So there's the only occasional morning sickness (though it does seem to last most of the day when it comes), night waking on my part, and recently the appetite is really starting to ramp up, so much so that I have to have a Hot Pocket before bed or I won't make it through the night. Not too bad, though not as luxurious and nearly symptom-free as when I was preggers with the Isaac.

But what bugs me is that, unlike when I was cooking Isaac, I feel that U.B. is not getting the mental attention from myself and Dada that he or she deserves. I don't even really think about being pregnant until I pass a mirror and see my growing beer gut, or until I, almost robotically now, order my latte sans caff. And my constant worry is not for U.B. and getting this or that for the nursery like I did for Isaac, but whether or not Isaac will be cool with U.B. when he/she comes. In our short time as near shut-ins together, Isaac and I have become very tight -- you can tell that he LOVES it that I'm there for him all the time. How will he feel when he, necessarily, can't be the focus of my every thought anymore? And poor U.B., who will never be able to have the 24-hour, constant and undivided attention of Mom and Dad like Isaac enjoys. And let's not even start to think of what might happen if something goes awry with this pregnancy and I get put on (gasp) bed-rest, as I was for a week during my 7th month with Isaac. What's a mom to do?