A sucky revelation - I will always be TTCAML.
After making a reasonably dignified exit from the TTC threads... here I am. Feeling crap. There it is. It finally caught up to me.
I was so busy convincing myself everything was peachy, I didn't even see this coming. I guess you never do, it just kind of smacks you in the face one day. I want to be pregnant. NOW. For a variety of reasons. I also don't want to be pregnant now. For a variety of other reasons. At the end of the day though, I have that empty feeling again. That deep-down emptiness when you know you want something, but are too afraid to really go after it in case it's another letdown. In case it's another loss. In case everything falls apart and you find yourself financially and emotionally incapable. I could what-if myself to death.
I've bent myself into something resembling a human pretzel trying to convince myself all was well. I even POAS this month just gone, using the same brand I kept saying might be 'faulty' giving me faint lines. BFN. A real BFN. It hurt when I couldn't pretend or deny the fact that I have had 3 losses, and one successful pregnancy. Up until now I had considered these very early losses as 'un-diagnosed, un-proven', therefore easily swept under the rug. Well, a line is a line. And I can't rationalize them away now. Here I am remembering how I felt after my first mc. Did it really hurt this much?!
This pretzel has had a few realizations though. There is never a good time. Everything could fall apart at any time, and I could wait forever for that convenient time to happen. With DSs surgery (another thread coming soon about this when I have the energy) and all the appointments etc that will go along with the lead-up, the actual event, and then the long recovery................... that convenient time is looking like a dot in the distance. And I just know with the challenges DS brings, that dot will only get further away. So I can plunge, or I can sit here feeling crap.
When we first started to tentatively TTC (let's call it casually TTC... if there is a such thing), I could see myself flip-flopping. Yes. No. Yes. I don't know. Bugger it just go for it. No. Maybe? No. etc.. You know how it goes. When nothing happened the first month, I was quietly relieved. Any extra earnings and time at work I can get up my sleeve are a good thing, right? Second month, nothing happened. Again, on the menu was quiet relief, this time with a side of annoyance that the universe wouldn't just make this decision for me. Third month? I'm a week late. I feel strange. I think we've done it. POAS, and get a faint line. At what should be 5 weeks. My heart sinks so low it touches the toilet water. I know it's another chem. And it was. A week later it's all over. Fourth month? Nothing. Again. I leave the TTC threads because I feel like a fraud. I don't know why. I just do. Maybe I didn't want it enough? Maybe I didn't hold my mouth the right way during BD to conceive? Maybe I don't deserve it. Maybe it's a sign.
But it is what it is. And I'll feel how I want to feel. And right now that is crap. That empty "I have to get pregnant right now" feeling is back. Suddenly. It's there, in my face, staring right back at me. The pg announcements. That was when I got that familiar pang. So I just want to be honest with myself here where it's safe to do so. I want another fricken baby ok? And I want it now. And to hell with the faint lines..... faulty tests... whatever random excuse I'm using to try to hide my sadness. I told DP to give it 6 months and my casual approach would turn to me attacking him for his man-goods whilst he was asleep. And here we are. Cycle 5....... and it's happening.
I will always be TTCAML, I guess. No number of healthy pregnancies will erase my losses. 2nd time around, and so far I'm not a fan. I want another baby- I want another birth experience that doesn't involve trauma, fear and depression. I want the chance to heal myself by facing my fear and taking the plunge despite all my concerns surrounding another birth. I want to ENJOY the newborn phase (as much as is possible through the haze.. lol) and not be consumed with grief and anger for all the things which were taken from us in the flurry of intervention. Is that wrong? I must say though, the pain is less when you already have one beautiful baby to hold. At least this time my arms aren't as empty as my tummy. Small mercy.
I guess I just want what I want. And I want it now. I'm sure many of us have felt this way before. Thanks for reading.