What a terrifying thing to admit. Are we even allowed to do that? This is something couples keep to themselves until the 3 month mark is over, then you announce. But the thing is, the 3 month part is the hardest. It’s the most nerve wracking, and the most traumatic, especially when things go wrong. Or even when things go right, or so I assume, because it’s your first time and you’re terrified.
I’ve recently had things go wrong. It was awful, but we both persevered like you’re supposed to. We grieved together, but remained separated from the world. When I went to work, I pretended that everything was ok. Then I would breakdown at home, where I would face another reality of the miscarriage, and then another. The isolation, and the pretending everything is alright is exhausting. It takes a toll on you. On your womanhood, or manhood, or all the things that creep into your minds as you go from hope and wonderment, to letdown, and sadness.
The medical professionals tell you, especially with the first one that’s It’s not your fault. It’s common. You google the stats and see about 1/4 of all pregnancies end in miscarriage. But is that true? Was mine recorded? Am I a statistic or just another unrecorded woman who went through something we aren’t supposed to talk about? Will I go through it again? Can I persevere through another failure?
And don’t get me started on the burden and grief and sheer helplessness that is felt by our partners. Is that what being a future parent is really about? Taking your lumps in silence and then only talking about things when they are good? I hate the silence. I hate that we went through that alone.
So, I’m changing the conversation. We are trying to have a baby. I’m now 40 and that’s scary.
But also incredibly fun, and so hot, and all the amazing things that sex can be, especially with the best partner that you have ever been with. If we don’t start trying now, the reality is, we will be out of time. Biology doesn’t let a woman have babies at any point in her life, my biological clock is screaming. Men, yet again have hit the procreation jackpot. They can always have babies, well almost. Whereas me? I simply cannot wait anymore to try. And because I have found the man of my dreams, who is on the absolute same page as me, it’s simply a matter of can we, rather than do we want to. So, we are trying… to have a baby.
And yes, I am terrified of bringing any of you readers along for the journey. For sharing the private, personal, and all the jazz in between. But here I am, being vulnerable and raw, again!
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