Back when we started trying – back during The Case of the Missing Ovary, I’m really not even sure how much I even wanted a baby.
Ava can be quite the handful. I love working out every morning. I love the independence of having a preschooler. I love that my body’s better than it’s ever been. I love(d?) my job.
Pregnancy sucked. But I think it sucked worse because I was single, out of shape, and scared out of my mind. I don’t think it’s going to suck as bad this time.
In any case, as the months have gone by, though, and we talk to Ava about someday having a brother or a sister – and she is so excited, she can’t wait – she has invisible brothers and sisters (Brothers, Abraham and Dillon – and 7 sisters who went on vacation about a month ago and haven’t come back.). Her excitement has me excited.
My contentedness with my strength and my body has me ready. My comfort and security in my marriage has me excited. And as the months have gone by I feel less threatened by the changes it will bring and I feel so much more that there is a person, a member of our family, who we haven’t met yet, and I want him/her here, Now.
This month we’re going to get OPKs. Might as well try to strengthen our chances a bit. At least to know we’re trying at the right time.
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