Reflections

I'm not sure what has me reflecting tonight, but I am. And I'm sad. We should be finishing up a nursery. We should be excitedly anticipating the arrival of our first child. Instead I'm trying to figure out when to start taking the pills that will begin my period to start a treatment cycle. The thought almost scares me. Will I ever be excited about a pregnancy? That was stolen from me. The day I found out the results of our first blood test, I was so sure I wasn't pregnant. Other than being more tired than normal, I wasn't feeling anything different. I almost didn't go in for the blood test, but I did. The nurse called while I was at home for lunch. She told me that my results were positive, but extremely low. "At least we know we can get you pregnant." Looking back, she knew then how it was going to work out. I didn't get to be excited. Not completely. For the only time I knew I had a baby inside me, I got to be scared. I tried to be positive, but the "what if" was always looming over me. If I do ever get to experience pregnancy again, will I always have that fear?

I have had years to figure out how I wanted to tell our parents we were expecting. In the end, we bought small photo brag books. I got some scrapbook paper, and cute stickers. With the stickers I spelled out "See you in November." We went over to my parents house. One of my sister's was there with her family. I had my 3 year old niece take the book to my mom in the kitchen. She was so stunned, she didn't know for sure what it meant. I went into the kitchen and told her it was true. In that very moment, she dropped to her knees in thanks to God. But then, as with everyone we told, I had to temper the news with uncertainty. Will that uncertainty ever go away?

I don't know why I'm such a downer tonight. It's been awhile. I'm just ready for this leg of the journey to be done, and move on to the next.