I think it is pretty safe to say not very many, if any, read this blog. I think the page views I have thus far are simply blog rating websites sending out the occasional feelers. Not even my family reads this. And today...I'm ok with that.
In January of this year when I was officially hired full time with my company and awarded the "less than amazing, but better than nothing" benefits package, I had an IUD removed while I was still covered by my previous insurance. The reason I did this was I wanted to avoid having to find an OB-GYN so early on this new insurance plan. I had the IUD removed on January 8th. By March, I was pregnant and rather excited about it. We hadn't planned on having a baby so quickly, but we were certainly not going to complain. I was actually on an impromptu business trip when I got the confirmation and the first person I told was my project manager in Las Vegas.
Unfortunately, early in April, I started bleeding. At first, it was just spotting, then it became a full on period. I was worried and I found a OB-GYN that came highly recommended by many women I know. By April 19th, we found out we lost the baby and I had to have a D & C to effectively clean everything out and start over. Then we waited. And waited. Nothing happened; I was supposed to have a normal period again and I didn't. We went back to the doctor and he gave me a shot to jump-start the process. He said the body sometimes forgets what it is supposed to do. From then on, everything worked out pretty well. Things went back to normal and we decided to actively try again.
Well, its December now. I am late and have been suffering a bit of a head-cold/allergies. I went to the doctor yesterday and he had me tested. Today, I got the results back. Not pregnant. And now...
It's funny. I never post this kind of thing on Facebook because I figure no one really cares. They "like" a post and occasionally leave a witty retort, but how many people actually care about the day to day. I have never really felt like the world gave a damn so why waste their time? But here, in my anonymous cocoon, I have a space on the internet no one bothers to look into and I can say whatever I want. No one will read it, no one will "like" it or leave a Hallmark greeting card response. Here I can spell out my thoughts and not disturb a soul.
My husband is a strange sort of man. His emotions are kept close to the vest, even from me. He was wounded...emotionally...and now, he doesn't let anyone see his true pain. When we lost the baby, I was angry with him for that, angry he didn't share my pain. But then after a few months, I saw just how much it was hurting him. He let his walls crumble slightly, forgot to keep the veneer polished. I saw him cry more often than he would care to admit. He is 28 now, I am 25. He wants to have a family, to have kids. He wants to be the amazing dad he wished he grew up with. And it just doesn't seem to be happening.
I know it isn't my fault, that I haven't done anything to cause this, but that doesn't change how it feels. That doesn't change the sorrow catching the breath in my throat. I want to be a mother. I want to have my husband's children running around the house. I want to watch them grow and raise them to be anything they want to be. I want to be more than I am.
Two nights ago, I had a dream and when I woke up, I had this overwhelming feeling that I was pregnant, that I wouldn't start this month. I was excited even though I was only a few days late. I should have known better. Ever since I was a child, I have known disappointment. I have learned not to get excited about things, to just let things happen as they come without expectation. Every time I make plans and get excited for something, it never works out and I become angry and irrational. That's why I refused to be excited about my wedding, I refused to get my hopes up or set my sights on "the perfect day." I knew if I did, then every little thing that went wrong would by a huge disappointment and my wedding would be ruined. Instead, I had no expectations. I walked down the aisle with a happy-go-lucky attitude and laughed when my shoe fell off as I marched down the stairs. I threw foam balls around, blew bubbles, and chased kids around the park at my reception. I enjoyed the day, with all of its problems, and had a truly remarkable wedding.
I keep telling myself to do the same thing in this case, to not get my hopes up, not set any expectations. I even tried to convince myself I couldn't be pregnant until I was rushed to the delivery room. But how do you do that with something like a baby? How do you refuse to be excited, to have hope, to look forward to, to plan for a baby? How do you shield your heart against heartbreak every time you shop near the baby aisle? And more importantly, how do you smile in your husband's face and hide away your tears of frustration, of disappointment, of loss, and of sorrow? How do you pretend nothing is wrong when every fiber of your being is screaming for want of a baby?