You spend your whole teen-through-young adult life trying not to get pregnant. You miss a birth control pill and think THIS IS IT, I’M GOING TO BE A TEEN MOM. I remember thanking the heavens when aunt flow arrived sometimes, even if I’d used condoms and a second barrier again the dreaded pregnancy.
Yet when you and your partner decide it’s time to have a baby and you finally wean yourself off the daily dose and take the gloves off, nothing happens. How terribly ironic. Alanis should have sung about that.
When you’re trying to get pregnant among the worst news you can hear is that your best friend is expecting. It’s not that you aren’t happy for her. It’s just that you wish you were the one making the big announcement.
When my husband and I were trying for our first (and only so far), news of anyone else’s fertility made me snarl. “Why can’t I get pregnant?” I would ask him. “What’s wrong with me?” Then, in an effort to make myself feel better, I’d think. “Maybe it’s not me, maybe it’s him.” But it was neither of us.
You’re not supposed to stress out though. Stress is bad. Stress will prevent you from getting pregnant, you’re warned. But if you don’t try so hard, will you get pregnant? Why is it called “trying”? Otherwise it would be called “doing”.
After four months of trying, I gave up. It was that month that the stick finally showed a plus sign. And miraculously, other people’s news of impending babies didn’t trouble me anymore. In fact, I was actually excited for them. Does that make me a bad person? I hope not. Does it make me human? Definitely.
That humanity is what led me to become a designer of nursing tops and pumping shirts for moms to enable them to feel beautiful and breastfeed more easily, even in public. Not a bad thing in the end, is it?!
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