After Ted and I had been married for 4 years we decided to venture down that path of procreation. There was so much that went into that decision and we talked a lot about it before we felt it was the right time.
One of the issues was, of course, money. Would we be able to afford a child? Would we be able to provide for that child down the road? What about college?
Another issue was that I had a very good friend (who shall be referred to as Shannon) who was traveling down the infertility route at that time, and had been for several years. I know that it was a very difficult time for her, and when someone she knew became pregnant she always knew that she could call me and just let her feelings out. How would she be able to take it when her "sounding board" and last childless friend left her in the club all by herself? Ted and I decided that we would not tell her or her husband about our plans until we absolutely HAD to...like when we hit the second trimester!
And then of course, there was fear. Fear of the unknown. Would we even be able to get pregnant? What about this labor and delivery stuff? Being that I did NOT like pain or discomfort of any kind, and that the mere thought of a needle sent my blood pressure through the roof, would I be able to handle this?
We pretty much decided that we would just jump into this journey feet first, without thinking analyzing each and every little aspect of it, and then deal with things as they came up.
Afterall, it wouldn't take long, right? I mean, when you start trying to have a baby, it just works right away, right? And my very good friend Shannon was just a HUGE exception, that only happened to maybe one out of around 100,000 women, right?
HAHAHA...talk about naive.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Parenthood, Part One
Posted by Cindi at 12:27 PM
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Since I know some of the background to this story I realize now how my hubby and I were fortunate in reverse. We were trying to NOT get pregnant. We planned our wedding for just before my cycle and off to a 3 week honeymoon and boxes of birthcontrol but when I didn't start at all I got to thinking, hmmm, I had one in the end of June we got married the end of July why am I late? I chalked it up to nerves and honeymoon madness, but when we got home we decided to use an EPT and although we were happy the hubby's second reaction was "man we wasted a lot of condoms on that trip" so thought you'd get a giggle from that perspective.
Well, then there's me who got pregnant right away and 8 months to the day had my first son. I went to the hospital the night before but 5 hours later made it my due date. The second was born 23 and half months later and the third one 16 months later.
I was once that naive!
We were told we would not be able to have children. We are blessed with three!
Leeann
I meant 9 months to the day! Geesh!
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