Have a baby

Just reread the part in my pre-pregnancy book about green tea. I knew I was supposed to cut it out, but couldn’t remember why. Apparently it messes with your folic acid intake.

I can’t handle black tea anymore. Looks like I’ll be adding “decaffeinate” to my list. Expect a sleepy, grumpy, sneezy Sab come January. (Maybe some other dwarves, too, for good measure.)

Oh, also realized why the doctor most likely did not say anything about my weight: he probably figures I’ll gain weight when I quit smoking. And who knows…maybe I will. Looks like eating’s the only vice I’ll have left!

Well, that was easy. It was even a clothes-on type of appointment. (I really like those.)

Turns out I don’t need to do much. He didn’t recommend a prenatal vitamin – I just need to take one with 500 mcg of folic acid (which I do already). After discussing it with him, I’ve decided to go off the pill at the same time I quit smoking; by the time my body’s recovered from the pill and returned to normal (my version of it, anyway), I’ll be ready to start babymaking.

The allergy situation is going to be tough. He says if I can figure out when I’m ovulating, I can take the meds for the first two weeks of each month – just stop once I ovulate, until the end of the month. If not…no prescription meds at all, and no Benadryl until the second trimester. So you might be seeing more activity on this goal for a while.

He said nothing about my weight. In fact, he seemed quite optimistic about my overall health – he even made the comment that I shouldn’t worry about my age, because I’m in better shape than a lot of 22-year-olds. (I’m in better shape than myself at 22.)

So. Two months. Wow.

I found out yesterday that I am going to be a mommy. We are extremely excited. I am 23 and my fiance is 25. We’ve been together since we’ve been 12 and 14. We decided to start trying in July and a few months later I’m pregnant :). I think I’m four and a half weeks.

I was going to put it off a while, but since I did finally schedule an appointment with my doctor, I figured I might as well go ahead and do it – find out whether I need to include “ask about sperm donation” in my list of questions for the doc. So last night, I brought up the baby thing. And R convinced me that he really is ready to be a father.

I pointed out to him that babies are a huge commitment. He gave me a “duh” look. Bigger than marriage, I said. There’s no divorce – if we have a kid, you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.

_{I’m beginning to realize I’ve got a complex about that – like it’s a fate worse than death.}

“I think I can handle it,” he said. Smiling at me the way he does when I’m being ridiculous.

So you know what? I’m gonna do it. There are no guarantees. Things could fall apart, sure. He does stuff that drives me crazy, and I do stuff that drives him crazy. We might not last. And even if we do, things could go wrong. He could die. I could die. Our baby could die. We might not be able to have a baby at all.

Or…things could go right. I’ve had supposedly perfect relationships before, and they fell apart. Searching for the perfect guy, waiting for the perfect time…I could spend the rest of my life waiting. And I’ve already spent too much time waiting. I’m tired of waiting.

Besides, nobody’s ever looked at me the way he does. Nobody’s ever made me feel the way he does.

And maybe – just maybe – I am being a little ridiculous. Wouldn’t be the first time.

I was thinking that I didn’t really start freaking out about having a kid until my mid-twenties. Yesterday, I was rereading Dave’s letters (I kept them all), and found one where he was telling me to calm down – that I had years to have a kid.

I was 17 at the time. (And if you think I’m neurotic now, you shoulda seen me then.) So I guess I’ve been pretty baby crazy for a while now. It’s just gotten worse in recent years.

While looking for Dave’s letters, I also found the baby robe I bought back when I was married. It was so cute…I just couldn’t resist. And, well, I thought I was going to have someone to put in it within a fairly short period of time.

I thought I’d given it away; I looked for it a while back, and couldn’t find it. Instead, I just tucked it away in my memory box. I’m glad I kept it. :) (I’ll post a pic later; I don’t want to wake R up.)

This should be the easiest part of the goal, but it’s not.

I’ve told everyone who’s asked that I’m using a sperm donor. I never knew there were that many variations of that look.

But then, nobody I’ve talked to has been divorced.

I just watched About Last Night. (Yeah, okay, way behind on my 80s movies here.) And I’ve been there. The highs, the lows…and in real life, there’s no sunset ending. It’s good, it starts to go bad, it explodes.

I don’t think I can do that again. And I’ll be damned if I’m sharing custody of a kid I’ve waited this long to have.

R’s best friend wants me to talk to him about it. Right. R doesn’t do talks. And even if he did, I’m not sure I’m ready to have this one. What would I say? “Thanks for the sperm offer, but you’re not ready to settle down yet – and even if you were, I don’t know that I am or ever will be – so I’ll just go pick some up from the store”?

This isn’t a conversation two people who are casually dating, no matter for how long, should be having.

No, it’s best if I do this on my own.

We’re wanting one but it’s on a far away basis

Was just calculating sample daily menus to ensure that I’m

a) eating 5-6 small meals a day (rather than my current 2-3 small meals a day) and

b) getting the right amounts of the different food groups

when I stumbled upon MyPyramid for Moms.

Now that’s going to come in handy.

I said so still on the table, right after giving birth to my son Torin. He is 7 1/2 months old now, the ol’ factory has started humming again, and I was already hopeful, but alas. Strange how getting your period can be so annoying when once or twice in my lifetime, I was begging the universe to let me get it and not be pregnant. Well, now it’s upside-down week and after doing 3 tests, stating that I don’t believe it until I see it, every time it turned out negative and the damn test window stayed bloody white instead of getting a pink stripe, I now have gotten my period and I am everything but happy about it. Especially since a lot of things about me pointed in the direction if possibility: mood swings, inexplicable sadness and teariness, etc. But not yet, not yet.
The first time, I got pregnant on our first attempt. Bull’s Eye, straight away. Now, just getting my period once when I was sure I was pregnant is like a massive slap in the face and I can only imagine what other people have to go through, month after month. It’s been only once and I hated it SO MUCH!
Better luck next month. Keep your fingers crossed, as I’ll be crossing mine for you gals out there!

I just entered month 4 :)! This means that the biggest risk for the baby is over. The tests showed excellent results, we are both completely healthy! I am looking fwd to feel the first movements in the next 4-5 weeks and to have the 20 weeks scan, where we can see the baby again. I am so happy :)!