I just had my second baby. It was easier in that I wasn't freaked out by every sniffle or oddly colored poo, my husband didn't offer an opinion on everything and I somewhat knew what to expect in the delivery room. But it in so many other respects it was the same or harder: hormones going ballistic, aching back from the heavy breasts and constant hunching over, and oh yeah, the toddler older sibling. But somehow the fact that I had done it once before put me under the deluded assumption that I was invincible and that recovery would be a breeze. Big mistake. Read more >