Fertile Myrtle
When I got pregnant with Mikey, the last thing in the entire world that I wanted was a baby. I had just gotten married, I was advancing in my career -- it seemed that everything and anything was a possibility for the first time in my life -- that all of my hard work and sacrifices were really starting to pay off. And then bam! I was going to have a baby.
It took me a few months to warm up to being pregnant. I was scared to death of being a mother, and I really liked my life pretty much the way it was. And what I heard more often than any other thing while I was pregnant is that having a baby changes everything. I wasn't much interested in change of any kind at all at that point -- let alone having everything change.
But then I had Mikey, and everything did change -- from my career (which is more of a job at this point) to my entire outlook on life to where I want to live and what I eat and when I wake up and even when I go to the bathroom. But most of all, I couldn't believe how much I loved this little creature. I couldn't believe he was my son. To this day, I sometimes look at him and think to myself, "What in the world? How did this happen?" But I wouldn't trade my life for anything. I really, really love being a mother, which I find absolutely, blow-my-pants-right-off shocking.
So I'm interested in having another baby. We haven't been trying, so to speak. But we haven't been not trying either. And so every month, when I get my period, I just think that I'm one month closer to complete and total infertility. Getting pregnant is not as easy as all of those slutty teenage girls make it look. It certainly isn't the best time for us to have another baby. I mean, I haven't won the Powerball yet or anything. But as my dad told me when I got pregnant with Mike, if everyone waited until they were ready to have a baby, nobody would ever have a baby.
Woe is me, though, I am not getting pregnant and every month, I sink a little further into a funk about it. But then, to add insult to injury, my friend Rebecca, who is quite possibly one of the most perfect human beings on the entire planet, is pregnant again.
If you read this blog on a regular basis or know me personally, you know that Rebecca is stunning. She is also smart and kind and talented and amazing in so many ways, and I really count myself as fortunate to have her for a friend. We've been friends for a looooong time, and even a loooong time ago, she led this very charmed existence. Everything has always worked out for her. She met this amazing guy, who is also smart and kind and talented and amazing, and they got married. Then they picked this amazing place to live, Asheville, NC, right before everyone else on the planet picked Asheville to live in. And when they moved there, Rebecca, who had pretty much zilch experience in the job department, called the Chamber of Commerce and asked if they were hiring, and they actually told her, "We get calls like that all of the time, but we'll give YOU a job." And Rick, her amazing husband, also gets this amazing job. So there they are, being just all around amazing, and then after they've been married for awhile, they buy a house and then they have this perfect little boy (nearly as perfect as my son.) And two years later, Rebecca mentions she wants to get pregnant again, and within like the next five minutes, she IS pregnant again, and she gives birth to this perfect little girl. They sell their house and make approximately 8 trillion dollars on it, and then they move into this other brand new house. And Rebecca stays at home with her perfect children and Rick goes off to work at his great job and then they build another bigger house just for them and they sell their old new house and they make another 8 trillion dollars. Then Rebecca announces again that she'd like to have one more baby, and within about 20 seconds this time, Rebecca is pregnant. And, did I mention that during her first two pregnancies she gained over 60 pounds each time and that she just nursed and the weight fell right off -- like she literally weighs 10-15 pounds less than she did before her first pregnancy. Her husband actually said to me, "You should see her pack it away. It's amazing." I bet.
One word here, folks -- un-fuckingbelievable.
Sometimes it is awfully hard to be friends with Rebecca. And sometimes I think to myself, just once, would it be so terrible if, just once, Rebecca had to wait for more than five minutes for something she wanted to work out for her? I certainly don't wish her ill will; her happiness and success at everything she does is deserved. But it doesn't make it any easier for the rest of us, does it?
When I got pregnant with Mikey, the last thing in the entire world that I wanted was a baby. I had just gotten married, I was advancing in my career -- it seemed that everything and anything was a possibility for the first time in my life -- that all of my hard work and sacrifices were really starting to pay off. And then bam! I was going to have a baby.
It took me a few months to warm up to being pregnant. I was scared to death of being a mother, and I really liked my life pretty much the way it was. And what I heard more often than any other thing while I was pregnant is that having a baby changes everything. I wasn't much interested in change of any kind at all at that point -- let alone having everything change.
But then I had Mikey, and everything did change -- from my career (which is more of a job at this point) to my entire outlook on life to where I want to live and what I eat and when I wake up and even when I go to the bathroom. But most of all, I couldn't believe how much I loved this little creature. I couldn't believe he was my son. To this day, I sometimes look at him and think to myself, "What in the world? How did this happen?" But I wouldn't trade my life for anything. I really, really love being a mother, which I find absolutely, blow-my-pants-right-off shocking.
So I'm interested in having another baby. We haven't been trying, so to speak. But we haven't been not trying either. And so every month, when I get my period, I just think that I'm one month closer to complete and total infertility. Getting pregnant is not as easy as all of those slutty teenage girls make it look. It certainly isn't the best time for us to have another baby. I mean, I haven't won the Powerball yet or anything. But as my dad told me when I got pregnant with Mike, if everyone waited until they were ready to have a baby, nobody would ever have a baby.
Woe is me, though, I am not getting pregnant and every month, I sink a little further into a funk about it. But then, to add insult to injury, my friend Rebecca, who is quite possibly one of the most perfect human beings on the entire planet, is pregnant again.
If you read this blog on a regular basis or know me personally, you know that Rebecca is stunning. She is also smart and kind and talented and amazing in so many ways, and I really count myself as fortunate to have her for a friend. We've been friends for a looooong time, and even a loooong time ago, she led this very charmed existence. Everything has always worked out for her. She met this amazing guy, who is also smart and kind and talented and amazing, and they got married. Then they picked this amazing place to live, Asheville, NC, right before everyone else on the planet picked Asheville to live in. And when they moved there, Rebecca, who had pretty much zilch experience in the job department, called the Chamber of Commerce and asked if they were hiring, and they actually told her, "We get calls like that all of the time, but we'll give YOU a job." And Rick, her amazing husband, also gets this amazing job. So there they are, being just all around amazing, and then after they've been married for awhile, they buy a house and then they have this perfect little boy (nearly as perfect as my son.) And two years later, Rebecca mentions she wants to get pregnant again, and within like the next five minutes, she IS pregnant again, and she gives birth to this perfect little girl. They sell their house and make approximately 8 trillion dollars on it, and then they move into this other brand new house. And Rebecca stays at home with her perfect children and Rick goes off to work at his great job and then they build another bigger house just for them and they sell their old new house and they make another 8 trillion dollars. Then Rebecca announces again that she'd like to have one more baby, and within about 20 seconds this time, Rebecca is pregnant. And, did I mention that during her first two pregnancies she gained over 60 pounds each time and that she just nursed and the weight fell right off -- like she literally weighs 10-15 pounds less than she did before her first pregnancy. Her husband actually said to me, "You should see her pack it away. It's amazing." I bet.
One word here, folks -- un-fuckingbelievable.
Sometimes it is awfully hard to be friends with Rebecca. And sometimes I think to myself, just once, would it be so terrible if, just once, Rebecca had to wait for more than five minutes for something she wanted to work out for her? I certainly don't wish her ill will; her happiness and success at everything she does is deserved. But it doesn't make it any easier for the rest of us, does it?
posted by Sara @ 2:39 PM
