So I might have said something recently about not blogging about trying to conceive. And I might be going back on that already. A girl has the right to change her mind, right? I could rationalise that I’m still not blogging about the two week wait, just pregnancy in general. But really, that’s one of the things that I love about my blog is that I have the ability to be completely inconsistent on a whim.
I mostly feel right with myself as far as the whole trying to conceive thing goes (other than the two week wait when I’m a bit of a mess). I’ve accepted that our baby is just not ready to be born yet. That given enough time and patience things will happen in their own time. I’ve done what I can do to make sure there are no problems that are physically stopping us from getting pregnant. And while I might have been secretly disappointed that there wasn’t a physical impediment (something fixable) – it does ease my worries somewhat. I’ve gotten to the point where I can really appreciate all of this one-on-one time I have with Riley, and that there are many things to like about being the mother of an only-chid.
You can feel the but, can’t you? It’s just sitting there, waiting for me to stop rambling. And there is a but, a rather large one.
I have always liked the idea of having a large family, not 3 kids large but 5 kids large. I have always (of course) reserved the right to change my mind. Knowing full well that we might have 2 children and decide that we were done. But that was my dream. Josh stopped short of 5, settled on the idea of 4 – but again had a we’ll see kind of attitude. And therein lies my problem with trying to conceive. It’s not that this baby is taking their sweet time to make an appearance, it’s what that might mean for the future.
Does it mean it will always take me 12 months+ to get pregnant? I’m 32 now. In some ways I still have loads of time. In other ways if there’s a 2-3 year gap between pregnancies would I be ok with having a baby at 40? Or is my big family dream something that I will just have to kiss goodbye. Of course, next time around we won’t be waiting to try and get pregnant. But I also don’t want to stop breastfeeding early in the hopes of getting pregnant.
I know that it’s pointless to think about all of these hypotheticals, particularly when I’m not even pregnant with our second baby yet. But still, I do. And I don’t think I can change that. At least not anytime soon.
I would like to be able to live in the moment, right now, all the time. And be completely grateful with what I have, instead of thinking about what i might not have in the future. But I’m just not there yet.
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