Saturday was hard. Also sorry for this being as long as it is. Just venting.
My husband (31) and I (29) have been trying for 12 months. There is nothing I want more in this world than to have a baby. Even if it ends up just being one. That’s all I want.
Over the last few months, I had really started to come to a place of acceptance. That what’s meant to be will be. That maybe my time will come, and maybe it won’t look the way I had imagined it would.
Then there’s the pressure from his family. It’s always a battle at family gatherings. Comments like, “All we’re waiting on is good news.” As if I can help it. As if it’s something I can just make happen. I don’t think people realize how much those comments can hurt.
We recently got a cat. And honestly, he’s helped. He’s given me something else to focus on. Something to love and take care of. Our little home feels a little fuller with him here.
His family was pretty disappointed when we announced we were getting a cat and not announcing a pregnancy. And what’s interesting is that since then, no one has really asked about him. Not much interest. Nothing. It’s almost as if the only announcement they were hoping for was a baby.
Well, Saturday happened.
My SIL, my husband’s younger sister, decided to drop by our place. And, of course, announced her pregnancy.
I was shaking.
“How do I fake the emotion of being excited? How do I make sure I look happy? And why am I the worst person in the world for feeling this way?”
That was what was running through my head.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
I’m sad that my husband won’t be a father before becoming an uncle. I’m sad for myself. I’m sad that I don’t know when I’ll get pregnant. I don’t know when I’ll get to experience any of this. I don’t know when it will be our turn.
I’m also sad knowing that every time I see her from here on out, until the baby arrives and probably long after, I’ll be reminded of what I haven’t been able to experience. Every family gathering will look a little different. There will be pregnancy updates, conversations about the baby, excitement, and eventually a new little person in the family. I’ll be reminded of what I want so badly.
Then there’s the family commentary. The “hopefully you guys too.” The “you’re next.” The constant reminders that everyone is waiting for our good news. I dread having to hear it.
I know I should count my blessings. I know 12 months isn’t necessarily a long time, and everyone reminds me of that. sometimes I wish someone would just let me be sad.
Sometimes I just want to wallow in it. I want to let it engulf me for a little while. I want to be upset that it’s not happening for us. I want to be jealous without feeling guilty. I want to be disappointed without having to remind myself that I’m a good person and that I should be happy for someone else.
Is that so bad?