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- God has blessed me tremendously with an amazing husband, Doug, and two gorgeous little boys, Gavin and Joey. It has always been a dream of mine to have a large family but God may have other plans. I had a series of 6 consecutive early miscarriages when trying for baby #2. We are currently trying for baby #3 after our 7th miscarriage. I am faithful that God's plan is perfect, even when I am not happy about it. I love comments and meeting new followers so please don't be shy!
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Stuck
I am stuck. Stuck between having children and wanting children. Stuck between being tired of trying and can't stop trying. Stuck between infertility and infertility.
I know I have said this before, but the fact that I am still not pregnant is beyond me. I wish I had the opportunity to go back and tell myself that I would deal with infertility after Joey. I think that had I known that this road was going to be part of my journey, I may have celebrated my pregnancy with Joey a little more. I think that most women that are pregnant with their "last" really spend time focusing on the pregnancy, the feelings, the emotions, the miracle that is taking place. I didn't. I knew it was my second pregnancy but not my last.
Now, I can't quit. I can't not have my last pregnancy (or at least one where I think it is my last). I want to feel nauseated and appreciate every second. I want to feel baby kicks for the first time and know that it will likely be my last time to feel every poke, jab, and roll. I want to plan for the perfect birth. I want to feel every unbearable contraction and instead of leaning over to Doug and grunting out the words, "Next time I am getting an epidural," I want to know that it is my last time to feel that exhaustion and pain. I want to hold a newborn and breath in every single sight knowing that this is the last time I will hold a hours old baby, day old baby, two day old baby, ...

I am starting to ache for that child. When we first started trying, I wanted a baby. When I miscarried a few months ago, I wanted that baby. Now, I am aching. I am hurting. I am feeling incredibly incomplete.
I am in the end of my 23rd cycle of trying and not feeling especially hopeful. But, I know that God can perform miracles. I know that if He wills it, it will happen. I keep trying to remind myself of this. I know in my heart that I have another child meant for my womb and meant to call me Mama.
I know that I have kind of drifted to a dark place, but I will never forget that God's plan is perfect. I just wish I knew when His plan includes me getting pregnant and carrying a baby to term.
I know I have said this before, but the fact that I am still not pregnant is beyond me. I wish I had the opportunity to go back and tell myself that I would deal with infertility after Joey. I think that had I known that this road was going to be part of my journey, I may have celebrated my pregnancy with Joey a little more. I think that most women that are pregnant with their "last" really spend time focusing on the pregnancy, the feelings, the emotions, the miracle that is taking place. I didn't. I knew it was my second pregnancy but not my last.
Now, I can't quit. I can't not have my last pregnancy (or at least one where I think it is my last). I want to feel nauseated and appreciate every second. I want to feel baby kicks for the first time and know that it will likely be my last time to feel every poke, jab, and roll. I want to plan for the perfect birth. I want to feel every unbearable contraction and instead of leaning over to Doug and grunting out the words, "Next time I am getting an epidural," I want to know that it is my last time to feel that exhaustion and pain. I want to hold a newborn and breath in every single sight knowing that this is the last time I will hold a hours old baby, day old baby, two day old baby, ...

I am starting to ache for that child. When we first started trying, I wanted a baby. When I miscarried a few months ago, I wanted that baby. Now, I am aching. I am hurting. I am feeling incredibly incomplete.
I am in the end of my 23rd cycle of trying and not feeling especially hopeful. But, I know that God can perform miracles. I know that if He wills it, it will happen. I keep trying to remind myself of this. I know in my heart that I have another child meant for my womb and meant to call me Mama.
I know that I have kind of drifted to a dark place, but I will never forget that God's plan is perfect. I just wish I knew when His plan includes me getting pregnant and carrying a baby to term.
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