In a follow-up appointment after my third C-section, my OB/GYN asked how I was doing. I gave the generic answer that I was healing well. She remembered my reaction from that first talk about this pregnancy. She gently told me that I was no less of a mom, that my scar was the first of many sacrifices of motherhood.
We polled our friends, neighbors, readers -- even the tellers at our bank -- and compiled this exhaustive list of weird pregnancy cravings. Names have been omitted to protect the innocent.
Almost 10 years passed from the day I started trying to have a baby to the day I brought my first baby home. Ten years of dreaming and planning and praying and crying. Ten years of invasive tests and shattered hopes. I had spent a decade of my life becoming an expert about my own body and about fertility. And in the end, it paid off.
You’ve had six weeks to heal and become a “normal” person again, which is super easy with all those restful nights of consistent shut-eye you're bound to be getting. Your partner has waited six loooooooooong weeks for your postpartum appointment and for permission from your OBGYN that you’re ready for sex again. He will ask with bated breath: “What did she say? Are we good?” But you're not. You're not even close.
Pregnancy is beautiful, but it isn't always sexy. With internal organs in new locations, a protruding abdomen, and a soccer player using your womb like an arena, it's difficult to get your head in the game. Pregnant sex requires creativity, patience, and a little flexibility. And if you've ever been pregnant, you know such things are no easy feat.
I have no idea how people go through the hope/despair cycle without losing their minds. But many people close to me have endured it for years. Watching people I love struggle with infertility has reshaped how I think and communicate about my own pregnancies and my children.
Fast-forward 15 years, and the irony of my college worries sets in. I’m on edge again. Waiting impatiently every month. But this time, I’m hoping and praying that my period DOESN’T come. Did we have sex on the right day at the right time? Did I actually ovulate this time? Did his sperm find my egg? Did the Clomid and the hormone shots work?