baby blythe

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Half Timing, Half Luck

On the way home from school today I heard one of my favorite songs: “Haven’t Met You Yet” by Michael Buble. While this song is definitely a song about waiting to find the love of your life, I heard it in a completely different way.

Here are some of the lyrics that spoke to me:

I might have to wait I’ll never give up
I guess it’s half timing and the other half’s luck
Wherever you are, whenever it’s right
You’ll come out of nowhere and into my life

This provides me with a small amount of comfort. I know it will happen for us again. I was hopeful about this month, but it’s not looking like this month will be it.
Now, I’m going to watch the music video AGAIN, because Michael Buble’s face is just beautiful.
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Sometimes I forget…

This is going to sound crazy to…well, everyone, but sometimes I forget I’m not pregnant. I know that I was “only” pregnant for 9 days (that I knew of anyway) but sometimes I find myself having thoughts that I had during my short pregnancy.

Whenever I get a headache, I remind myself that I cannot take Excedrin and only Tylenol…until I remember.

Whenever I want a second cup of coffee, I tell myself that I shouldn’t because of the baby…until I remember.

Whenever I have the urge to take a hot bath, I tell myself I can’t…until I remember.

Whenever I feel like having a glass of wine with dinner, I remind myself that I can’t…until I remember.

I also occasionally think about baby names and visit baby related websites.

It seems so crazy to me that I can temporarily forget when it also consumes so many of my thoughts. The mind acts in crazy ways, I guess.

So, here’s to tonight. I’m NOT pregnant, so I’m relaxing with a glass of wine as I wait for the husby to get home. And guess what? It’s not even dinner time yet. 🙂


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Guilt

I randomly came across a blog today and found something that spoke to me so clearly. This blog documents one couple’s struggles with infertility and while I’ve only begun reading, I can already tell that it is going to be a great source of comfort for me. Now, I’m not sure if I can even say that David and I are struggling with infertility, as I know we have only been trying for six months, but it is one of my biggest fears.

Below is an excerpt that really jumped out at me.

Understand if you are pregnant that I may need some space. Especially if it happened so quickly and you can’t empathize with what I’m going through. It’s nothing against you personally, it’s just hard for me to be around you a lot right now because you’re a constant reminder that I don’t have what I would give anything for. Don’t get me wrong, I’m so incredibly happy for you that you are on your path to motherhood and I wish you nothing but the best but the constant pregnancy talk and growing belly is a painful reminder that I’m not there yet.

I felt guilty when I read this, and in fact, I’ve felt guilty for the past 14 days (has it really been two weeks since the first day of the miscarriage?) One of my best friends is pregnant right now. In fact, we both got our positive pregnancy test on the same day. Our estimated due dates were only a few days apart. I simply cannot put into words the conflicting feelings this causes.

Following the start of the miscarriage, there were a few days when I was a complete zombie, and I barely talked to anyone, let alone her. We are co-workers and spend a lot of time together (we were even voted teacher BFFs by the student body for the teacher superlatives) and while I didn’t want to avoid her, it was–and still is–painful to see her knowing that her tiny baby was still growing inside of her belly and that mine was not. With every day that goes by, I think to myself that however far along she is, that is how far along I’d be right now if I wouldn’t have miscarried. It’s painful and it sucks, and I know it’s okay to feel this way–hello, 7 stages of grief!–yet I feel such extreme guilt over these feelings. I want to be happy for her; I AM happy for her, but I’m so sad for myself at the same time.

I honestly cannot imagine my life without this person, and she has forever changed me and my life. She KNOWS me; she GETS me; and we have so many eerie similarities and commonalities that we both joke about how it was our fate to meet at CHS. The feeling of joy I felt when she told me “Okay, so I’m pregnant” cannot be described, because I had a secret, too. I was pregnant, too. And when she told me that she found out just the day before (the same day as me), our friendship was reconfirmed in such a special way.

But now we don’t share that. We won’t share that. Even if I get pregnant again soon and we go through part of this journey together, it won’t be the same.

But…I have to be okay with that, and I will be. It’s just going to take some time.