Published by admin on 22 Sep 2013 at 10:33 am
I was untying Lula from the post I leave her at outside of Starbucks, Moe was in the stroller and I was wearing what can only be described as a very tired mom uniform (yoga pants and a ratty tank top) when an older man paused and said, “You’re a busy woman!” I smiled and said, “It keeps me out of trouble.” “Now that’s the truth!” He responded. And I continued on down the block drinking my caffeinated milk shake and feeling slightly overwhelmed at what’s to come.
Sorry to bury the lede, without any medical intervention (other than some herbs and acupuncture) I am pregnant. Due at the end of March, when Moe will be a mere 21 months old. We were both extremely shocked. I was doing acupuncture and herbs to get myself tuned up for an FET cycle (frozen embryo transfer) but decided when Seth was possibly going to be in Puerto Rico for 2 months that I’d wait. I cancelled a months worth of acupuncture appointments and my acupuncturist said something that gave me pause when she was asking about my cycle in relation to doing some work on my back. (Upper back is apparently bad for gynecological whatchamacallits.) I don’t even remember what she said, but it was something like, “but you could be pregnant?” and the way she said it made me think, oh fuck, I’m pregnant.
And she was right!
I spent our entire trip in Europe puking in foreign toilets. And trying not to puke in foreign train stations, parks, restaurants, cabs, museums, and airplanes. I didn’t really puke with Moe, so this is all new for me. New and terrible. Moe finds puking to be hilarious. He imitates the sound.
Anyway, I’m freaked out but excited. It’s like that scary part of the roller coaster where you’re slowly being ratcheted up the steep incline and you know the insane downhill is going to be just over the crest of that hill, but your fingers are clenched and your feet are pressing imaginary brakes and even though there’s no way to stop the ride, you’re wishing it would slow down just enough for you to take a breath and get used to the idea of the world about to drop out from under you.
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