Little differences.

There is nothing more frustrating when you are pregnant then someone telling you what it was like for them, therefore implying that it should be the same way for you.

"I didn't show until I was 7 months pregnant with my 2nd baby."

And there I am, standing there, plastering a smile on my face and nodding my head in agreement, all the while knowing I am only 11 weeks pregnant and already having to tie a hair band around the button of my pants to keep them from unexpectedly popping open.

Weight gain and a faster growing belly are just a few of the major differences between this pregnancy and Wyatt's.

I am only happy if I am going at least 10 miles over the speed limit. My road rage has hit an all time high and if someone dares to cross traffic without a blinker or not stop at a cross walk while children are waiting I feel like I am entitled to rear end them and then drive away. With Wyatt I always had this sense of calm about me while driving, usually laughing as I noticed that I was going 40 in a 55. I would absent-mindedly drive past the exit for the hospital before an appointment and laugh. Now I can honestly say I would drive through the concrete barrier and continue on my way without even blinking.

Food makes me sick. Granted my body is still having no problem packing on the pounds in all the wrong places, but I can no longer stand the idea of eating, especially breakfast and dinner. Greasy food makes me sick, Denny's commercials on television send me racing towards the toilet and raw meat makes my head spin and my stomach upchuck. When I was pregnant with Wyatt, there was no food I couldn't eat and could usually eat two portions at that. It wasn't a choice with Wyatt, it was a necessity. If I didn't eat I would get sick and if I got sick the only thing that made me feel better was 8 Ling-Ling pot stickers or an Egg-Bacon-and Onion Sandwich. Just writing that is making my stomach curl and I am dry heaving over the keyboard as we speak.

With each pregnancy the number of people I care to continue to have in my life dwindles. There is something about being pregnant that somehow allows you to see through people. Maybe its the clarity from lack of alcohol for 9 months or the little nugget in your tummy that is sucking away the all important nutrients that allow you to think straight but for some reason with each pregnancy I find myself more and more enlightened with peoples true colors, both the good and the bad.

Besides the obvious answer of hormones, I don't know what it is that causes these sudden changes. I don't know why with one I would feel great, happy and hungry and with the next I feel miserable, annoyed and constantly nauseated. I am lucky that I have had an understanding husband for both go arounds, taking both the ups and the downs in stride, as well as now having my loving Wyatt next to me pretend-hurling into his little potty while mommy lays next to the big one. He may not understand the same way as Bryan does, but he doesn't complain when lunch is a little late... or served in the bathroom.

Yes, each pregnancy is different but the one thing that has remained the same is the two people in my life that make it all worth while... and lucky for me that number is soon going to increase to three.

Truly blessed. Morning sickness and all.