
This post will soon appear on my blog on The Huffington Post. I'm 8-months pregnant with my second child, and all the clichés about how different the prenatal period is the second time around have been spot on. For instance, I barely remember which week of pregnancy I'm in, I've not yet taken any baby clothes/blankets out of storage (let alone buy something new for the little guy), and I have no idea where the ultrasound pictures have ended up (with the exception of the one that had to be fished out of the garbage after 3-year-old Felix crumpled it up and said he wanted to throw his baby














