Trying to conceive for 17 consecutive months really blows. I don’t know of any better way to pen that sentiment.
With each unsuccessful cycle, I find myself more and more stressed. Before you suggest it — I already practice Yoga and Pilates. I take deep breaths — lots of them. Last cycle, I even tried acupuncture. And, what do you know?? I was still uptight. I think it comes with the infertility territory.
I know I need to chillax. But, the only way for me to completely rid myself of this tension is by jumping off the trying-to-conceive-train. So, that’s what I’m doing.
That’s right, you heard me. We’re giving the baby-making a rest for one cycle. No doctors, blood tests, pills, injections, sonograms or suppositories. And, we’re using condoms. I don’t even want to think about getting preggers until after Independence Day.
Lately, I’ve been looking for the silver lining in infertility. And, I can’t find it. So, for the next few weeks I’m looking for the positives in NOT trying to conceive. Don’t get me wrong — I’d rather have a little baby in my belly than a big piece of Brie. But, for now I am enjoying some NBMB (non-baby-making-behavior).
Last weekend I watched Steel Magnolias and Fried Green Tomatoes — two of my favorite movies. They’ve been on cable non-stop lately. So, instead of torturing myself with episodes of A Baby Story and Bringing Home Baby I rewarded myself with these chick-flicks. Towaaaandaa!
Plus, Sex in the City 2 comes out this weekend. I will be there — with buttered popcorn and a caffeinated Pepsi.
Speaking of drinks I don’t order while trying to conceive — I’m drinking anything I want all month. Coffee? Champagne? I’ll take one of each please and I may wash it down with a margarita on the rocks.
I’m eating sushi again. Fresh fish and a little Sake taste like heaven. I hadn’t been eating much raw-anything for the last 17 months. Toro, how I’ve missed you.
I’m getting a kick out of shopping for items I really don’t need at Target instead of blowing my wad on home pregnancy tests. This weekend I picked up a cool Fedora that I’ll probably never wear AND a bikini. Three cheers for NO baby-bump this swim-season! And, for making it out of there for less than $100. That NEVER happens.
Soft cheeses! Soft cheeses! Soft cheeses! Feta, Brie, Camembert, Blue — come to Mama (well, Wannabe Mama)! This month, I’m eating all I want without worrying about listeria.
I’m shaking my hairs and my hips to the new Rolling Stones album. It came out last week and it rocks. I’ve been blasting it through my house and dancing around barefoot (and not pregnant!) with my Hubby.
Don’t worry. I’m still the Wannabe Mom. I see the irony in hopping off the train to motherhood. But, I was getting motion-sick.
Sometimes a girl just wants to eat cheese, drink some bubbly and dance with her husband. I appreciate you giving me the much-needed break. When my hubby kissed me goodnight last night he whispered, “I missed you. I’m so glad you’re back”. And, therein lies the shiniest of silver linings.
The Wannabe Mom has been trying to conceive for more than a year and was recently diagnosed with unexplained infertility. She and her husband live and work in Champaign, and they desperately want to drive a Toyota Sienna minivan someday. We’ll be following her journey, so buckle up and get ready to cry with her — and cheer her on, too.