20 years ago….
I guess I just figured first comes love, then comes
marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage.
15 years ago
I guess I just figured Aunt Flo was only used by tweens, so
boys wouldn’t know they were talking about their period.
10 years ago….
I guess I just figured everyone got pregnant, and usually
they were accidents. I figured to get
pregnant it only took one sperm and one egg, so all that was needed was one man
and one woman.
5 years ago….
I guess I just figured getting pregnant would come
easy. When I wanted and was ready to
have kids, all we’d have to do is have sex.
I figured it might take a few months, but I’d definitely be able to have
my first baby at the ideal age of 25. I figured to have a big family might take
time- time having sex.
This year
I guess I just figured….
I guess I just figured that we would for sure get pregnant
with the more minor drugs. We’ve been
pregnant twice and that was natural. I
will be starting my last cycle of Femara, and everything I’ve read online seems
more promising for the first cycle of use.
It scares me- completely terrifies me to know that I’ll will
potentially be moving on to shots. Not
because shots hurt or anything like that, but shots are typically a precursor to
IUI and IVF. This scares me because of
the costs associated with these procedures.
Will my family be limited because of financial means? Another reason this scares me is because it
may take years to get the first one here.
I have always wanted a big family- I’d say five, so I could have a tie
breaker, but I know as you get older things don’t work as well, and I’m already
having issues when I’m supposed to be in my prime. I also know that a study was done that showed
women with O- blood where more likely to go through early menopause, so I may
not have the time that someone else may have.
It scares me because I am getting steps closer to finding out that maybe
I won’t be able to experience full term pregnancy. What if there is nothing we can do about my
murderous body. I hate how it has
murdered two and slowly suffocating my dreams.
I know this seems very negative. I was pretty positive until AF arrived-whatta
bitch! Sure, I could blame this on
hormones, but I’m not using that as my crutch.
I think this is how I really feel.
I have figured a lot of things, and I don’t know what I believe now;
other than I am one scared girl!
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