At 19, I stayed out all night with my friends.
At 36, I am asleep by 9:30.
At 19, I drank gallons of coffee, smoked cigarettes, and ate crappy take-out food supplemented by the occasional full meal at Denny's. I truly took "eating for two" literally.
At 36, I drink gallons of water, can't handle the smell of cigarette smoke, and I'm very conscious of what I'm eating and have plans to limit my weight gain as much as possible.
At 19, I didn't feel an ounce of pregnancy until I was about 7 months along.
At 36, every moment of every day is consumed with feeling pregnant. At 5 and a half weeks, I feel like I've been run over by a Mack Truck.
At 19, my worries and anxieties circulated around things like how I was going to pay my rent and afford diapers.
At 36, my worries are more about future mortgages and shopping for a car that has enough room for a car seat.
This time around is so very, very different. I'm definitely feeling it more physically, but I have so much more help and support this time.