This is part II of a year-long self-centered retrospective on my TTC/pregnancy journey. This is the pregnancy part. I have tell you about these dykemom friends who have two kids about 14 months apart. They had had trouble getting pregnant. I remember when the second-to-get-pregnant mom was pregnant and we were hanging out with them in the midst of my TTC. She said, “You know a year and a half ago when we were trying to get pregnant, it felt like it would never end. Now we have created this whole family.” I would think back to that when I hit rough spots in my TTC journey. I would think…just imagine a year from now. It helped. So if you’re still TTC, maybe this will help a little. I hope.
In December I waited and waited for baby Jo and Nelly’s baby P to be born. And they were. Nelly turned into a home-birth superstar and is now my default midwife. I got through my first trimester hump (sort-of). And I got to see my still-nicknameless fetus– should I call him John Doe? My honey wouldn’t let me nickname him Pretty Boy. Why? Because he’s not a parakeet? Anyway, I got to see him during my nuchal ultrasound, at which point I decided that he was so pretty, I would use the pronoun, “she.” Gender, schmender. It is overrated, I say.
In January, I became a tired sales grrrl in a Brooklyn department store.
In February, I worried. Because, you know, that’s new!
I think I was a little bored in March. I mean, my posts were a little boring. The second trimester is a happy time. Happy’s not always interesting. But my little Cakeman did figure out that he’s going to be a big bwother.
This month I wrote this post I like a lot. It is something I think about often, but never expressed in words.
Please… I have left-over cake. Eat! Dulce de Leche ice cream? Bring me your bowl.