To be honest, I've always suspected this was true, but if you tell people that you are pregnant with your first child then they are about two million times (rounded up) more excited than when you tell them about your second. And it's all so disproportionate. First pregnancy: got drunk, job done. Second one: over a year of trying, carefully orchestrated shenanigans, gave up booze, moved bedrooms, peed on sticks, took my temperature every morning, overshared on the internet, and all for some slightly half-hearted congratulations.
Also:
- apparently I can only get pregnant if I sleep in a different room to my husband; and
- the quickest way to get back to my pre-baby weight is to get pregnant again.
Who knew?
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