My how things change
Four years ago Hubbs and I were taking a break from two years of smashing our heads against a brick wall (otherwise known as doing IVF) when my brother and his wife came around and announced they were pregnant. They did it in a nice way, and they'd waited till she was 12 weeks and had real scan pics. I was happy for them, then after they left our house, something inside me snapped. I remember it like yesterday. (Maybe because I think too much about it). I went to the bathroom to wash my face, then couldn't take the flannel away because this horrible howl came out of me and I just couldn't stop.
I slumped to the floor, Hubbs came in and held me, and I called out to the universe, "when's it going to be our turn?"
Skip to last week:
We are so incredibly lucky. We have our wanted and longed for child. He has playdates with his cousin, and they're gorgeous together. He is the absolute light of our lives and we feel so blessed to have such a healthy child. Hubbs and I have totally decided that Jr is it. That we're never, ever, ever going back to IVF (even if we won tattslotto) and we are fine with that.
Brother and sister-in-law share their latest good news at a family gathering. They're expecting baby number two in October. My reaction came as a huge surprise to me - I was happy. A really light, bubbly kind of happy that made me feel good. I guess it could be described as normal.
It was weird.
posted by Burnt Karma at 9:21 PM
Lucky you. I know you must get great joy from your little rascal.
I'm child-free quite by choice. However, despite my 44 years of heterosexuality, my mom still looks at me suspiciously.
Can I borrow some photos of your boy to send to mom, or do you think that's trying too hard? :D
What a lovely read that was!
We had to hold off procreating for many years due to a persistant health problem, then a problem with my girl bits that had to be rectified. So we didn't do the infertility dance as such, but couldn't have a baby for other reasons.
I can remember feelings of envy and sorrow (for myself) when I heard of yet another relative, friend, colleague etc were expecting. I was happy for them but sad for myself.
Its a great feeling to be really happy.
BTW How's that book coming along.
Sometimes beautiful is weird. Often beautiful is weird. And there is a book?
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