Last month I tried to be postive and think baby thoughts all month. I thought of pink bundles. I thought of the scent of baby powder. My mental mantra was, "baby, baby, baby...." It was still semi-half-hearted, because every day, I feel normal. No nausea. No light headedness. No nothing. At least not anything that can't be attributed to a normal bout of PMS. And while I would LOVE to have an easy, glowing pregnancy, I would relish one day of morning sickness. One day of giving me something to hope on.
Yesterday, I was just a smidge nauseaous. More like the flap of a butterfly's wing than actual nausea. It lasted hardly a second. I felt it again today. With a bit of light-headedness. But that could be hunger. Frankly if it wasn't for our "special project" I wouldn't think anything of it. I've got a week to go before I'll know anything. If you don't hear from me, I'm probably feeling majorly disappointed.
But on the off chance that this flutter could be something, I wanted to acknowlege it, and document it. (One of these day, I'll get back into writing in my diary.)
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Waiting...
The husband said yes to extending our family. Now it is a waiting game. Every three weeks we play "Am I Pregnant?"
The first few unsucessful months were not too bad. After all, I've been having this monthly routine for practically 20 years (that's 240 months) of being blessed by mother nature. It's just normal. And I've heard that it can take awhile to get pregant. I wasn't expecting miracles right away.
But as the months pass by it gets more disappointing. May was a tough one. My period was due pretty much on Mother's day. What a perfect day to find out that we are expecting. That would make a great story in the baby book too. I was even spotting a little (unusual for me), and my friend swore that happened when she found out she was pregnant. So as much as I tried not to, I couldn't help but get my hopes up.
Alas, May was not our month. Neither was June, or July.
It's August now and I'm less than six months away from our self-imposed deadline. The husband (and his cohorts) claim that we had all the time in the world. No sense rushing things. Enjoy being young and unecumbered.
Meanwhile my clock is ticking like a time-bomb and 35 is right around the corner. (And did those guys even remember that it takes 9 months for things to develop?? Not to mention the "it's normal to take 6 months or a year after stopping birth control pills to become pregnant." That's a year and nine months and I was already 33 or pushing 33 at that time.
So I decided to get facts. The husband is very logical and I needed him to understand that time was NOT on our side. I went all over the internet scrounging up data on pregnacy after 35: Down Syndrome, miscarriage, SIDS... There is a dramatic increase in risk.
Well, it worked. Sort of. He finally agreed to participate in the extension of our family but now we have a deadline. And each bloody month brings us closer to it. My doctor is great but he says, "Relax, call me if you've been trying for a year with no luck." Thanks, doc, that'll be after our deadline. My new doc. has okay'd some tests to make sure that everything is in working. If it is, then we can "relax" and let nature do her thing.
The first few unsucessful months were not too bad. After all, I've been having this monthly routine for practically 20 years (that's 240 months) of being blessed by mother nature. It's just normal. And I've heard that it can take awhile to get pregant. I wasn't expecting miracles right away.
But as the months pass by it gets more disappointing. May was a tough one. My period was due pretty much on Mother's day. What a perfect day to find out that we are expecting. That would make a great story in the baby book too. I was even spotting a little (unusual for me), and my friend swore that happened when she found out she was pregnant. So as much as I tried not to, I couldn't help but get my hopes up.
Alas, May was not our month. Neither was June, or July.
It's August now and I'm less than six months away from our self-imposed deadline. The husband (and his cohorts) claim that we had all the time in the world. No sense rushing things. Enjoy being young and unecumbered.
Meanwhile my clock is ticking like a time-bomb and 35 is right around the corner. (And did those guys even remember that it takes 9 months for things to develop?? Not to mention the "it's normal to take 6 months or a year after stopping birth control pills to become pregnant." That's a year and nine months and I was already 33 or pushing 33 at that time.
So I decided to get facts. The husband is very logical and I needed him to understand that time was NOT on our side. I went all over the internet scrounging up data on pregnacy after 35: Down Syndrome, miscarriage, SIDS... There is a dramatic increase in risk.
Well, it worked. Sort of. He finally agreed to participate in the extension of our family but now we have a deadline. And each bloody month brings us closer to it. My doctor is great but he says, "Relax, call me if you've been trying for a year with no luck." Thanks, doc, that'll be after our deadline. My new doc. has okay'd some tests to make sure that everything is in working. If it is, then we can "relax" and let nature do her thing.
Friday, December 17, 2010
yes?
Things have been good since my last post. The husband said yes. You'd think I'd be ecstatic, but I've heard yes before. Once the tears dry, the yes becomes a no. Not a good time. Not ready yet. Or just plain, "No." I'm trying not to get my hopes up.
He asked for one year. One year of a happy wife. One year of going on vacations (unencumbered). One year of time for just us.
The bad days still come, and I wonder if my year starts over each time. At this rate, he'll never have to worry about following through. I am doing better; I rarely lose it over commercials anymore.
Holding my infant niece is the hardest. I'm fine while we are surrounded by laughing and talking family. It's in that silent minute between conversation, that the despair creeps in. The fear that I won't ever hold my baby. That the soft sigh of a sleeping infant on my chest will always belong to someone else. It feels soo right and yet so unreachable. As much as I try to think aunt/niece, I can't help imagining mom/child.
He asked for one year. One year of a happy wife. One year of going on vacations (unencumbered). One year of time for just us.
The bad days still come, and I wonder if my year starts over each time. At this rate, he'll never have to worry about following through. I am doing better; I rarely lose it over commercials anymore.
Holding my infant niece is the hardest. I'm fine while we are surrounded by laughing and talking family. It's in that silent minute between conversation, that the despair creeps in. The fear that I won't ever hold my baby. That the soft sigh of a sleeping infant on my chest will always belong to someone else. It feels soo right and yet so unreachable. As much as I try to think aunt/niece, I can't help imagining mom/child.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The Road Not Taken
This baby thing has gotten to be an obsession. It's all I think about. If I'm making dinner I'm thinking about how I would have to make it kid friendly or how I would have to add veggies to make it healthier.
Lately, I've been speding a lot of time thinking about how I got to where I am. I wonder about past choices I made. If I had made some different choices I could have already had a child or three. I'd have probably been living in a samll crummy apartment or squalid moblie home. Or living with my parents. By now I'd probably be divorced and bitter. But I knew where that path led, which is why I passed by it.
But now I wonder. Maybe it was the better path after all. Is life now better, without kids, than life would have been with kids. Single parent, divorced and struggling financially versus happily married, nice house, financially stable, and childless. Sometimes the thought of those precious babies seem just as positive as those material possessions. Sometimes life without them seems just as bleak as the rundown trailer.
Regret is something I have tried to avoid. Do it right the first time and there is nothing to regret. My favorite line from the movie "With Honors" with Brenden Fraser, is "...graduated life with honor and without regret."
I gave up my chance at being a mom to avoid bringing a child in a world of angry parents. I didn't want to be a single parent. Now I may never be a parent at all. And I can't help wishing that I had done things differently.
Lately, I've been speding a lot of time thinking about how I got to where I am. I wonder about past choices I made. If I had made some different choices I could have already had a child or three. I'd have probably been living in a samll crummy apartment or squalid moblie home. Or living with my parents. By now I'd probably be divorced and bitter. But I knew where that path led, which is why I passed by it.
But now I wonder. Maybe it was the better path after all. Is life now better, without kids, than life would have been with kids. Single parent, divorced and struggling financially versus happily married, nice house, financially stable, and childless. Sometimes the thought of those precious babies seem just as positive as those material possessions. Sometimes life without them seems just as bleak as the rundown trailer.
Regret is something I have tried to avoid. Do it right the first time and there is nothing to regret. My favorite line from the movie "With Honors" with Brenden Fraser, is "...graduated life with honor and without regret."
I gave up my chance at being a mom to avoid bringing a child in a world of angry parents. I didn't want to be a single parent. Now I may never be a parent at all. And I can't help wishing that I had done things differently.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Photo Album
On various social networking sites parents proudly post pictures of their precious offspring. Mommy, Daddy and baby all smiling happily for the camera. Are they really that happy??
Husband thinks that all divorces are caused by children. (Wonder what that means for our parents who are still on thier first marriages and seemed to survive having us just fine?) While I admit that children add another layer of stress in a family, I don't think they on their own are enough to break a solid couple. I think divorce happens to couples who already were unstable or who go through more stresses than just being parents. Then again, maybe that's just what I want to believe. I don't want to believe that the happiest day of my life will the end of my marriage.
I can hardly stand to log on anymore. Everyone is pregnant. Everyone is happy. The babies are adorable. And I'm constantly reminded of what I might not have. Constant reminders of time marching on and eggs withering. Sure I might still be able to get pregnant at 40, but who wants (in a perfect world) to be 60 and attending their high school graduation?
Husband thinks that all divorces are caused by children. (Wonder what that means for our parents who are still on thier first marriages and seemed to survive having us just fine?) While I admit that children add another layer of stress in a family, I don't think they on their own are enough to break a solid couple. I think divorce happens to couples who already were unstable or who go through more stresses than just being parents. Then again, maybe that's just what I want to believe. I don't want to believe that the happiest day of my life will the end of my marriage.
I can hardly stand to log on anymore. Everyone is pregnant. Everyone is happy. The babies are adorable. And I'm constantly reminded of what I might not have. Constant reminders of time marching on and eggs withering. Sure I might still be able to get pregnant at 40, but who wants (in a perfect world) to be 60 and attending their high school graduation?
Monday, July 5, 2010
Me today, Mom tomorrow?
Today, I don't want to be a mom. Today, I have the whole day to just be me and to do whatever I want to do. No demands, no "mommy, mommy, mommy," no "I want...," no "it's not fair" tempertantrums. No messes to clean up that I didn't make. No cartoons on the tv. No Pb & J lunches, no macaroni & cheese dinners.
But everyday is like today for me. I'm not a mom. I might not ever be a mom. And while I miss out on all the hassels and headaches, I wonder what else I'm missing out on: dandelion bouquets, the soft sighs of a sleeping baby, sticky hugs filled with love...
Seems like taking the easy way out to avoid the bad in life. So does the good outway the bad?
I want all the good things. I can see it, feel it. I see kids getting ready for school, fighting over the bathroom. I see family dinners around the table. I can feel that pink bundle in my arms. She is as light as a dream.
As much as half of me can only picture the good, another part of me sees the bad. The stress, both financially and personally, the constant bickering, the loss of free time and choice. The negative is all the husband sees. And without him on board for this long-term lifestyle change, I can't be a mom.
Some days, the thought of never being a mom makes my soul ache.
However, today, I'm thankful for my me time. I get to be selfish and sip my chai latte, munch on my cream cheese bagel, and start this blog on the computer, read my book, and relax.
Today, I don't want to be a mom. If I can have days like this, days where I don't want to be a mother, then maybe I'm not cut out to be one at all.
But everyday is like today for me. I'm not a mom. I might not ever be a mom. And while I miss out on all the hassels and headaches, I wonder what else I'm missing out on: dandelion bouquets, the soft sighs of a sleeping baby, sticky hugs filled with love...
Seems like taking the easy way out to avoid the bad in life. So does the good outway the bad?
I want all the good things. I can see it, feel it. I see kids getting ready for school, fighting over the bathroom. I see family dinners around the table. I can feel that pink bundle in my arms. She is as light as a dream.
As much as half of me can only picture the good, another part of me sees the bad. The stress, both financially and personally, the constant bickering, the loss of free time and choice. The negative is all the husband sees. And without him on board for this long-term lifestyle change, I can't be a mom.
Some days, the thought of never being a mom makes my soul ache.
However, today, I'm thankful for my me time. I get to be selfish and sip my chai latte, munch on my cream cheese bagel, and start this blog on the computer, read my book, and relax.
Today, I don't want to be a mom. If I can have days like this, days where I don't want to be a mother, then maybe I'm not cut out to be one at all.
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