About a month or two ago, I turned to the Cap'n and said, "You know, if we wanted to have another kid, we should probably start talking about doing it soon. My eggs aren't getting any fresher and I wouldn't want them to be too far apart."
Well, careful what you even dare to mention, because it appears that's all it sometimes takes! Yes, I'm pregnant again. And it appears that our fertility is stupefying. Seriously. We had sex twice that month. TWICE. But, despite the fact that that, or any, conversation didn't end with a rollicking round of "let's do it!!!", we're really happy and excited to be heading into Parenthood: Round Two.
Assuming everything goes ok, of course. I'm only 6 weeks along, which I know is astonishingly early to be spreading the news, particularly if you've had bad luck in the past. And the truth is that we haven't told most people we know, only family at this point. But hey, you're the internet. And if I've learned anything, it's that it's not only ok, but encouraged to be imprudent in the face of the internet. (By the way, here's my boobs.) And, if I have to tell you that things didn't work out, well, there's really no harm done. But let's all just cross our fingers anyway, m' k?
Being the 6th week, the symptoms are starting to kick in. For me, that's total fatigue, my bowels taking an entire moon cycle to move, extreme pickiness in regard to eating, often unfortunately resulting in a need to change course in mid-meal (course! get it? of course you do!), and apparently making awful successive puns. But, it's actually comforting to have a few symptoms. Last week I didn't and had such a hard time believing it was true, I consulted many too many packages of pregnancy tests. And they are expensive.
Stay tuned for next time: What an uninsured woman does when she learns she's pregnant.