On New Year’s Day (Happy New Year, my peeps!) I was chowing down on some serious black-eyed peas with some seriously wonderful people. My dear dear friend and cook of said BEPs, Nethermede, asked this question of her pork-imbibing and vegetarian guests: “If you had to choose between waking up tomorrow and completely skipping the year 2010, or going back and having to relive one of the past ten years, what would you do? And if you chose to relive, which year would it be?” Having two small and adorable children whose lives I would not like to miss even a day of, I chose to relive. But which year? Hmmm.
I need to do one of those decade run-downs just to be sure I made the right choice. This is really more for me than for you, but read on, dear reader. And see if you can guess which year I chose off the top of my head.
2000 All I remember is that this was my first year teaching. I’d been with my honey for one year. I was in grad school at night. The day I spent pretty much in tears much of the time. My weekends were spent lesson planning. I’m hoping most of those former first graders figured out how to read. I certainly didn’t do much to help them. The poor dears.
2001 I moved up to teaching second grade. I was feeling very confident that first week. On the fourth day of school, the twin towers fell. It was the day I became an adult. I spent the afternoon sitting with other teachers hunched over a radio, as the children innocently danced to “Take Me Out the the Ball Game.” We waited, smelling the cloud of heavy smoke that blew straight to Brooklyn, we waited to see whose parents would not show up to get their kids.
2002 Umm. Err. Can I maybe remember one thing that happened in 2002? Ah! I finished my masters degree in education. And I think I may have foolishly resolved to try to get pregnant when I turned 33. Hah. So funny. Hooo. My belly hurts from the laughter.
2003 I think my honey started to try to get pregnant. I won’t say much about this, since she does not like me to blog about her. I will say only that we spent way too much time and money on our donor choice. Waaay too much.
2004 My honey tries to get pregnant. We give up on the known donor, shipping fresh sperm from wherever he was at the time in his crazy academic job search, to the much more reliable, yet far more expensive sperm bank.
We bought our apartment! Our first home! That was huge.
2005 New Year’s Day, we found out that my honey was pregnant. On the last try we did at home. The day that worked was either on the first or third night in our new home. I was beginning to think it was my fault, somehow, that she wasn’t getting pregnant. But she did. And she immediately got very very tired. This was my year of adjusting to being a non-gestational parent. I took close notes on what I would or would not want to do in my own pregnancy. I did my best to support her. I tried to cook her healthy food and ended up bringing her Wendy’s hamburgers because it was all she could hold down. I was extremely happy and a little jealous. On August 16, I became a mother. Three weeks earlier than we expected. By c-section. And he was so little and so good and so very very cute. My little sack of sugar. My Cakie boy. The rest of that year was a blur. Lots of diapers and strange attempts at helping the Boobah sleep.
2006 My little sack of sugar’s first year. I had been dying to try to get pregnant. Now all I was trying to do was keep my eyes open. I decided to wait until a few months after he turned one to start TTC, so the baby would be born around the time he turned two. [Chuckle.] I honestly don’t remember exactly when I started trying. But mind you, I’d been charting my temperature since my honey first started TTC. Yeah, for reals.
2007 This was the real TTC year. I did TTC for a year and a half. But this was the year of desperation. This was the year in which many of the weeks were spent waiting. This was the year I began to blog (hi, y’all!) This was the year I gave up on trying at home and gave up on limiting my attempts to only one year. This was the year in which I almost gave up. And it was the year I found out it had finally worked. I guess you can read all about it on this here blog. On Halloween, we saw a ghost on the pregnancy test. Trucker decided to finally show up. I was pregnant! And I was a little more happy to be done with trying than I was to be having a baby. It is true. I admit it.
2008 The year of my pregnancy. I was all glowy and happy. I looked fabulous. I felt great. (Though I couldn’t eat candy for much of the year, which is just not me, I tell you.) People were lifting things for me and opening doors for me. I didn’t have to TTC anymore. I had lots to blog about. I only had one child. Until, July 11, that is. On that day, my due date, Trucker showed up. My water broke right after my mom told him via the phone to my belly to be born. And again, the rest of the year is a blur.
2009 I have two kids. I don’t have much to blog about. I went back to work. Though I didn’t want to do it, I’m so glad I did. I started teaching third grade in September and I love it. That’s all, folks.
So which year did I choose? Can you guess?