OBVIOUSLY. It would have been too easy, too perfect, to get another BFP almost exactly 2 years later. Stuff like that only happens in the movies. Or to fertile people.
All morning I have been arguing with myself. There is the one half of me who is bummed, sarcastic, and insecure. Then there is the other half of me who sees no reason to complain: there is a perfect little 15-month old peacefully sleeping upstairs after making pie dough and playing with her babydoll and running errands with me this morning.
Over the weekend, I caught myself several times thinking, wow I have finally hit my mom stride. I work out every day, eat well, work full time, practice yoga, make all 98% of our meals from scratch (aside from the maybe one or two times we go out to eat every month), and be the best mom I can be to M. I recently got this cookbook, and I have been way reinspired to make nearly everything homemade, from scratch. Over the weekend, among normal meals, I made granola, 2 loaves of bread, pasta dough into ravioli (enough for 2 meals), breadcrumbs, lots of vegetable purees for secretly nutritional things (although M loves her veggies- she eats peas and green beans before anything else on her plate!), and this morning I made pie dough for my own toaster pastries, i.e. pop tarts. It feels awesome!!
I knew I was towards the end of my cycle, and this weekend I found myself thinking back to the first few months with M when I was a cooking mess- nothing was ready on time, much less at the same time as any other part of the meal, and I just could not get it together. (I know, I've retroactively cut myself some slack, but I felt like such a huge failure at the time.) But as I've been preparing all of these awesome things from my own kitchen, I was thinking, what if I'm pregnant? Will I be able to keep this up when the new baby comes?
Which is just hilarious, as the CVS clerk can attest to the 2 huge boxes of pads I bought this morning. Hahahahaha!
And then last night I started spotting, and I just thought to myself, well duh. Why were you even hoping?
This morning I have been going back and forth all over the place. One minute I am just so disappointed (although to be honest, our timing stunk last cycle, so it was a crazy long shot), and the other minute, I am so grateful that I can give M my undivided attention and love. One minute, I am so jealous of people who get pregnant easily, and the other minute, I am beating myself up because how dare I complain- I have been blessed with M (and also because technically, we got pregnant with her "easily", in that we were on no meds and doing nothing except normal babymaking)!!!
It's a weird thing. I apologize if this is hurtful for those of you with empty arms; if it seems insensitive that I'm complaining about CD1 even though we have M. We are so, so grateful for her, and she is 100% filled the hole in our family. When it comes down to it, we are completely happy if God's plan for our family is the three of us.
But how long do I let myself wonder if our family will ever be any bigger?