My first Gender Reveal

Sunday, September 01, 2013

Well, my friend is having another girl.  The party was pretty fun- although M is very social, in new settings, she needs a minute (or several or lots) to take everything in, and it was no different showing up at a party with 10 other kids running full tilt.  But she eventually warmed up a little, and of course she enjoyed the pink pudding-filled cupcake :)

The only time I felt like grabbing her and running out of the house was when it was just M and I in their living room.  She had gone in to play with some toys they have in there, to get a little time to herself after being bulldozed by an especially excited 18-month old boy.  I hear my friend and two other ladies in the kitchen:

"I hear so-and-so is pregnant again."
"Yes, she was also pregnant as the same time as me last time."
{lots of squealing}
"ooooOOoooooh, isn't it so fun that everyone is pregnant again!!!!"
"Yes, I can't believe it happens that way!!!"

Not for everyone, folks.  I am just glad I was in the living room.  Even though only two tears tried to surface, it may have been awkward if I'd been in there with all the multiple-child mamas.

Of course I totally recognize that I'm beyond lucky to have been pregnant once, so I could have something to say when one of the women asked me later, "So which midwife delivered your daughter?", when I answered, cue more glee, "ooOOOooo, she delievered my second son!!  Isn't she greeeeeeaaatttt?"

Eventually it was bedtime, and we walked home and I felt a little quiet.  I am so, so grateful to have M and be able to be a mom.  So many days I thought my dream would never come true.  I might not get to experience another pregnancy, but I will always have the memories of carrying Maryanne, and the privilege of being her mom from here on out.

1 comment:

the misfit said...

I guess it's a good thing you had a midwife instead of an OB :).

You've taken the high road here, obviously. But it seems like we write off the possibility that our peers in general could remember there's such a thing as infertility - and don't even imagine a day when they could remember there's secondary infertility. I spend a lot of time pondering what it means to think so little of everyone around me that I don't expect them to be remotely considerate - that I expect of them behavior I would consider shameful in myself. (Which is to say, I've been VERY inconsiderate - but I carry the memory of such incidents pretty heavily. From my vantage point, at least, it seems there are a lot of people on whom it doesn't weigh at all.)

I guess that's my two cents.