10 Things I'll Do Differently With My Second Baby

An Interview with Myself

10 Things I'll Do Differently With My Second Baby

10 Things I'll Do Differently With My Second Baby

It seems like just yesterday that I was writing my first blog post for the Yummy Mummy Club, introducing myself. I was about to have my first baby.

*cue nostalgic music, and blurry happy memories in slow motion*

Now here I am, 19 months later, and I'm pregnant with my second baby. Holy crap. That's exciting (and terrifying). 

But I guess the first one turned out so well, we just had to have another, right? (No pressure second kid, but we are totally expecting you to be awesome.) But don't worry, even if you enjoy watching paint dry and picking your nose, we'll still think you're awesome because we are those kinds of parents. 

And now you're probably wondering, okay then—what kind of parents are you? And what kind of things do you think you'll do differently this time around? (That's what you were thinking, right? Good. I'll answer you, because I sort of feel like interviewing myself)

*ahem. Clears throat*

 What kind of parents are you?

 We are the kind of parents who unconditionally love the crap out of our kids. We do the best we can, and try to make educated decisions led by our hearts and supported by books or the advice of smart people. We are the kind of parents who swear, laugh, and say inappropriate things. We are the kind of parents who will make mistakes, but will be honest with our kids about them. We hope we don't break our offspring or harm them psychologically too much... 

(but enough to make them interesting and give them something to write about in the future...) 

  What are 10 things you'll do differently with your second child?

 What? I'm having a second child? See. I almost forgot I was pregnant again!

10. I won't be as freaked out about newborn babies. Yes, they are small and alien like, but I need to remind myself that I won't break their arm trying to put on a onesie...Not likely anyway.

9. I will not run out of diaper genie refills. I will always have them in stock, because when I run out and have to smell diapers in a regular garbage bin, I cry.

8. I probably won't cover up as much when I breastfeed in public, because really...I just don't care.

7. I will take new moms under my wing. When I was a new mom in online groups like, I always appreciated the support and advice from "seasoned" moms who had been there. Now I get to be that mom and help answer questions!

6. I won't be such a "nervous nelly" when it comes to getting my baby to try new foods...("What if he's allergic to...WATER?!?")

5. I won't be afraid to co-sleep, even for a second. I lasted two days with Cole in the bassinet. This time? I'm not even setting up a crib!

4. I won't be decorating a nursery at all. Sorry second child, but you won't use that room and you won't care. You'll be camping out with us for quite a while, I imagine...

3. I won't expect to sleep through the night for at least two years. 

2. I won't buy an expensive stroller because I love wearing my baby and can get a lot more done (and get good exercise at the same time.) Bonus: Mom Arms.

1. And the final thing I will do differently this time around? I will try even harder to find a way to slow down time and savour each moment... 

Thank you indulging me in this trip down memory lane as I prepare for baby #2. It's been quite a journey so far, and I can't wait to see where we're going next, and share my adventures with you along the way.

~ Sentimental Emotional Pregnant Mummy xo


Pregnancy + Caffeine + Strangers Being A-Holes


Pregnancy + Caffeine + Strangers Being A-Holes

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I am growing a human inside of me, which requires a lot of work and energy. I still get up 1-3 times per night with my toddler. I work a full-time job. I sometimes make dinner (my husband or parents usually do.) I sometimes clean my house (again, it's a collaborative group effort: a perk of having your parents live in the same house). Regardless, the point I'm trying to make is that I'm tired. Being pregnant while having a toddler and a busy life is a whole new level of exhaustion. I'm not complaining at all, it's just the truth.

I go to bed freakishly early (9:00-9:30pm) because I get up freakishly early (anywhere between 4:45 and 6:00am — thank you toddler) and sometimes, sometimes I need to have a second coffee or a latte during the day. It goes without saying that I always have a morning coffee, but the odd time, around 2 or 3pm when I'm nodding off at my desk I need a little something extra. And sometimes, I just want something sweet. Or something warm. So I'll meander downstairs to the coffee shop, and get myself an afternoon-pick-me-up. Because I can. Because I want to. Because I've done my research, and I know it's okay to have 300mg of coffee per day while pregnant. I also know, in fact, that due to my crazy low blood pressure (82/50) it's sometimes encouraged to have some caffeine.

So when I order my small latte, and the old man behind the counter scowls at me and says, "How about decaf? Coffee isn't good for the baby." I believe I am fully within my right to want to punch him in between his beady little eyes.

However, instead of physically assaulting a 63-year-old man, I politely tell him, "It's okay. I'm allowed to have caffeine. 300mg per day, and an 8oz small latte has less than 150mg." Why oh why do I feel a need to explain myself to this jerk? Why oh why am I still smiling, when inside, I want to chemically peel the skin off his face? (Channeling my inner serial killer here. Note to self: stop watching Criminal Minds.) 

And if this isn't bad enough, Mr. Ass-Face Coffee Man whispers something to his co-worker, and then proceeds to tell me, "I'm making you a special blend. It's lighter. Better for the baby."

That's when I get mad. "You had better not be giving me decaf. Because decaf is loaded with chemicals and THAT is bad for the baby!"

He scowls and hands me my latte. I begrudgingly sip it, and storm away wondering "Am I drinking decaf?!? I have no idea! Arghhh."

Seriously, can you believe the nerve of this man? Imagine he (an overweight middle aged man) went out for breakfast and ordered bacon and eggs, and the server brought him fruit and yogurt "Because it's better for your blood pressure and cholesterol, Sir"?!? Imagine what he would say then?!?

So why, oh why do complete strangers think it is their business to tell pregnant women what is good for them and what isn't? And it's especially frustrating when the people doling out the advice are un-educated assholes. 

It's not like I was sipping on a bottle of vodka, smoking a cigarette, and shooting up heroine while ordering my latte. MAYBE then it would be okay for him to say something. 

And even so, I'd prefer he just offer to hold my vodka while I searched for a good vein. Jesus. (Kidding.)

*Big pregnant sigh*

I'm sure many of you out there can relate—and if you can't...just wait. It'll happen. In this world, there is no pregnant belly left un-touched or un-commented-upon. I wrote about it last time I was pregnant in a post called: Shit People Say To Pregnant Women.

Tell me, have you ever been in this situation? What happened and how did you handle it?