There are a LOT of things I do not know about pregnancy, parenting, etc. Mostly, acronyms. EBF. TCC. DH. LO... I had to google research to understand the foreign language on babycenter. that's babycentre if you're british.
I DO know that EBF means exclusively breast feed. I told Ben I wanted to write a post about how much I love it (because I know someone who is absolutely and adamantly AGAINST it--which is fine.) It's something that I knew I wanted to try but didn't know how it would go. So my response when people would ask would be, "I'm going to try it!" I figured that way I wouldn't be disappointed if it didn't go well. This is also how I felt about birthing plans. Meh? I figure I'll show up because this baby is going to come out one way or another and I think the dr's (OK NURSES--Cheers to my nurses out there) will have this all covered and tell me what to do. They did. It was awesome.
All this to say, I love nursing my babies. I also think, at times, it's exhausting. I love how their little hands hold my necklace (G--from day one) and M hold my hand. Love their little antics--Meyer does a face scratching thing. Precious. More precious if he'd let me cut his nails. Love that I can quiet them in this way. LOVE that I don't have to wash many bottles. Also, love that I love it and that it doesn't (always) feel like a chore. And I love the love of mama.
Also, it's cheap. All the better for me to buy diapers with and ruin the environment. (at least I'm saving water during this drought.)
Ben told me that I shouldn't write about that, but what he wished people would write about/talk about is getting preggers. One of his friends felt very isolated in her difficulty with getting pregnant. Like everyone BUT her could. Thankfully, I have enough friends who I (think) are pretty reliable. So I both felt like everyone could at the drop of a hat, and I couldn't--in my irrational brain AND like I knew it was work and didn't always happen asap--in my real brain. It's hard to decipher those differences when you have lady parts. Girls, lock up yo' crazy. So here's my story/non story.
I lived my life knowing that I wanted to be "mom." Wanted to be a mommy. I wanted it all. I also wanted to live my life. Get my degrees. Get married. Go to Italy. THEN we could have a baby. I didn't work like that though. We did all of those things. We did the "us" things. We continued try to "ward off"pregnancy as it wasn't the right time. After months of trying we realized that we needed help. Body ready. Mind ready. Leads to a crazy ass pee stick obsession. I also took the ovulation kits--not ovulating. So a million pee and ovulation sticks later I took a round of Chlomid after they figured out what was happening--boom pow. Knocked up. To a baby who wasn't letting go.
Second time we just went straight to the Chlomid. Boom-pow.
So I guesss... I'm not entirely sure that sector of talking about getting preggers is silent. I think that that sector is hopeful and fearful--all at the same time. Wanting a baby can be all mind consuming. SO you know... they don't want to jinx themselves. And if it happens, they may get even more jinxy so they say nothing because of the fearful and hopeful parts. The wanting to be a mama more than anything parts.
What I'm saying is that husbands are often right--especially the outside looking in at the world of girl crazy. So Ben was right. So I write. (and note, I'm a good wife for catering to this need. he thinks I only talk of him poorly on here, but this added one more bonus to my posts of father's day, birthday, and anniversary of talking nice.)
Not having this happen IMMEDIATELY as I had imagined was probably silly. And stressful. Made me feel like my body was broken I think what we learn is how NOT to get pregnant from an early age. We don't learn the ins and outs. I think we truly have to learn our own bodies.
And I've felt that jealousy towards friends. True EXCITEMENT and joy over their new life expectancy, and simultaneously pretty down trodden about my lack of procreation. LIke, "How many people are going to tell me they have tried for one month an they are pregs and we've been together forEVER?" As if that matters. So here I am to say that it's not as easy as it is for everyone. You are not a lone--thanks MJ for that lyric. It may not work out how you have planned (see I'm for NOT having a plan) and something different will come a long. Maybe it's a baby. Maybe it's a baby through someone else. Maybe. Just maybe. It's something you can't even plan for.
Both of the journeys for my boys were great timing in the end. I wouldn't change it. It's hard. Sometimes gut wrenching to buy those over priced pee sticks so I bought in bulk on amazon. Like a lady. I think because the time before that I was at walgreens with my preg test and a pint of ice cream and the cashier said "One of those days?" And I felt embarrassed, like I wanted to punch her in the neck, and say "I hope so." Instead I just smiled awkwardly.
I'm in love with my babies. Glad that Ben and I had an ample amount of non baby time as a married couple. I know that mine isn't the easiest, nor the hardest story. Just my story.
Now if I could get preggers by accident... lets get a cheers for baby #3. That last statement is just to see if Ben is reading. Kidding love. Just kidding. ish.