I get a lot of questions/comments on a repeat-basis from coworkers, family, strangers... you know, because strangers really care what my answer is to any of this. I suspect they ask just to ask.
"Do you have a birth plan?"
Porch and I do not have a birth plan and here's why: it's not our birth. It's our daughter's. And it will be her own experience and journey and we are just along for the ride. It does no good for us to make an elaborate plan about how I'd like to experience childbirth only to have my hopes and dreams dashed when we don't experience that "perfect" scenario. .
Waiting 3.5 years to see that positive sign on a pregnancy test taught us humility.
Insensitive comments from family, friends, and strangers brought angst and taught us understanding.
Success after our first IVF treatment brought us excitement.
Finding out we were the proud parents of a girl brought pure joy (and terror, but then joy again).
Waiting to meet our daughter has been teaching us patience.
The combination of these experiences has prepared us to let it go and let it be. Our biggest concern is that we welcome a healthy child into the world and immediately smother her with love.
"You don't seem nervous."
I'm not. I know it'll hurt. I know it'll suck. But in the end, I get a baby that I have waited my whole life to meet and I get to keep her. And bring her home. And be one of the most influential people in her life. In all honesty, I think the only thing I'm nervous about is going into labor at work and having to figure out how to get to the hospital.
"You don't act like a pregnant lady."
I have no idea what that means; I am working full time and going to school in the evening, so I don't have much time to mope about how exhausted I am. Sure, I find the time here and there. I inhale Drumsticks at an alarming rate now. I eat Tums as a midnight snack. But I have a job to do and people who depend on me, so I truly cannot focus on the negatives and try to keep my eye on the prize.
"You don't eat that much."
I'm not hungry. I don't have cravings. I try really hard to eat meals that will fill me appropriately without overfilling me, as that's where the heartburn comes into play. The other day I forgot to eat dinner and ended up having a yogurt at like 10:00pm.
"You're all belly."
I love you.
"Do you have a birth plan?"
Porch and I do not have a birth plan and here's why: it's not our birth. It's our daughter's. And it will be her own experience and journey and we are just along for the ride. It does no good for us to make an elaborate plan about how I'd like to experience childbirth only to have my hopes and dreams dashed when we don't experience that "perfect" scenario. .
Waiting 3.5 years to see that positive sign on a pregnancy test taught us humility.
Insensitive comments from family, friends, and strangers brought angst and taught us understanding.
Success after our first IVF treatment brought us excitement.
Finding out we were the proud parents of a girl brought pure joy (and terror, but then joy again).
Waiting to meet our daughter has been teaching us patience.
The combination of these experiences has prepared us to let it go and let it be. Our biggest concern is that we welcome a healthy child into the world and immediately smother her with love.
"You don't seem nervous."
I'm not. I know it'll hurt. I know it'll suck. But in the end, I get a baby that I have waited my whole life to meet and I get to keep her. And bring her home. And be one of the most influential people in her life. In all honesty, I think the only thing I'm nervous about is going into labor at work and having to figure out how to get to the hospital.
"You don't act like a pregnant lady."
I have no idea what that means; I am working full time and going to school in the evening, so I don't have much time to mope about how exhausted I am. Sure, I find the time here and there. I inhale Drumsticks at an alarming rate now. I eat Tums as a midnight snack. But I have a job to do and people who depend on me, so I truly cannot focus on the negatives and try to keep my eye on the prize.
"You don't eat that much."
I'm not hungry. I don't have cravings. I try really hard to eat meals that will fill me appropriately without overfilling me, as that's where the heartburn comes into play. The other day I forgot to eat dinner and ended up having a yogurt at like 10:00pm.
"You're all belly."
I love you.
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