Stellar Mother

I got my period last night.  Bummer.  Trying to fall pregnant is such an emotional roller-coaster.  With my son, I was officially ‘trying’ for one month before I was pregnant.  I was like, “Gee, this is easy.”

But now it’s been four months of trying.  Up and down, waiting and waiting, disappointment each time.

There’s a comedy from the early 1990’s, “The Problem Child” starring John Ritter:  It starts with Ritter and his wife finding out they can’t have a child and, when the doctor breaks the news, the wife gets disgusted and says, “You mean we had all that sex for nothing?!?”  Last night my husband & I laughed about this – for the fourth time – as it’s become a joke between us.  (In the movie, the couple adopt an out of control boy – the problem child – who gets into mischief.  And the marriage, of course, doesn’t last.)

I believe that ‘what’s meant to be is meant to be,’ and that perhaps my body isn’t ready for another baby just yet.  I find comfort knowing that my next pregnancy will happen when it’s meant to happen.

But it’s still hard.  And there’s always next month.

In the meantime, I’ll follow my mother’s advice: Enjoy the sex (thanks Mom).