Wednesday, October 5, 2011


It got better, although I feel nervous about feeling better. Like a diaper commercial might send me into a twenty-minute crying jag. This hasn't happened; I'm just saying I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Maybe it's just like waiting for the other baby to drop. That sentence makes no sense. But you know how everywhere you go, there're babies? And how I almost left a cart full of groceries in the frozen food aisle when I saw a baby the day after my miscarriage? It's like that.

I cry pretty much anywhere, unapologetically, and not because I'm sad but because the emotion of almost every situation feels amplified at least five times. And yeah, babies make me sad for the time being.

On the other hand, having a few months off from trying to get pregnant is a relief, for lots of reasons. One being that it gives me a chance to try to be healthier, and lose weight. Lately I've been holding up my own clothes and thinking, Wow, this looks really big. It seems like there's no way a piece of clothing so large would fit on my body, but it does, and most often is even a little snug. That's not how I want to feel about my body when I get pregnant.

You learn a lot about yourself, your family, and your friends when you're going through a rough patch, and that's been interesting, too. Sometimes people are afraid to speak to you when you're at your lowest. Or afraid to speak of The Big Bad thing you're going through. I get it, really. And sometimes people think you should probably be over it a lot sooner than you're over it. I get that, too, although I think that attitude sucks. And then some people catch you off guard with how wonderful they are.

You know, selfishly I wish I could have life both ways. I enjoy my life the way it is; baby-free. I get to do what I want, when I want, without a second thought. That's fun! I know I don't take advantage of that the way I should, but to the extent that I do, it's enjoyable. But then I also really want my own chubby baby. I want to know what color eyes my baby would have. I want to put up cutesy decorations in the baby's room and sing Journey songs as lullabies. I want to carry my own cute baby around in the grocery store in one of those hippie slings like the women who've been torturing me all year do.

I can't have it both ways, obviously. So I'll enjoy it the first way for a while longer, and then hopefully the second way at some point down the road.


  1. Ah, Journey songs as lullabies. Whenever I put Journey on in the car, Mea calls it "camping music." We listened to it one time on the way to camping, and it has been called that ever since.

    You do learn a lot about friends and family in times like these. It kind of reveals a lot about how people react to things.

    Your cute chubby baby days are coming. I just know it.

  2. I am in awe of your strength and clear headed-ness through all of this. Seriously, you amaze me.

  3. I, too, am taking a break. We've been trying for a second child for a year and a half. Had 2 miscarriages and many months of nothing. It's is almost a relief to not be trying. Take care of yourself just for you. I hope that it happens for you soon!

  4. @makingmonkeysoup - I won't stop believin' ... ;-)

    @mommyodyssey - thank you!

    @thesweetest - I had no idea. But I understand. Much love to you.

  5. You, even when you don't feel it, are incredible! Honest and strong, with perspective. Keep moving forward:)