Que sera, sera

So far, the difference for me in this second pregnancy is how much less I worry. (The rest is pretty much the same: vague nausea, cold sore, and hair that no longer gets greasy, ever).

I have thought about it, and I have decided that if something were to go wrong it wouldn't be such a huge deal the second time around, provided it happens early of course. First of all, I've done it before and I know I am capable of producing a healthy baby. Secondly, I now know it's really easy for us to conceive in case we have to do it over again. Sure, I would be mildly devastated if this didn't go the way I planned, but I would likely be able to accept that something was not right anyway and it's all for the best. And then try again.

So I find myself telling people without hesitating this time, even though I am only perhaps six weeks along. I've told my sisters, my bestie, some mums from my mothers' group, and even a new friend that I made at Swedish play group on Friday and happened to run into this afternoon. 

It's all good. Que sera, sera.