It was a Tuesday night and I was laying in bed giggling like an idiot with my feet in the air touching the wall. No, this is not a new sex position. No, this is not a new exercise move… This is the position recommended to me by a friend who recently got pregnant.
She swore after sex you lay with your feet over your head touching the wall and viola… baby.
While laying in the bed with my feet touching the wall in some kind of Zen-like yoga move I’m wondering… Oh my God… What did we just do! Am I ready to have a baby?
The whole thing started with the normal baby talk…
While laying in the bed with my feet touching the wall in some kind of Zen-like yoga move I’m wondering… Oh my God… What did we just do! Am I ready to have a baby?
The whole thing started with the normal baby talk…
Do we want to have a baby?
Are we ready for a baby?
Would having a baby in this condo be ok or should we get a house first?
What are the pros to having a baby?
What are the cons to having a baby?
What will we do about our work schedules with a baby?
Do we think day care is ok for the baby?
Usually by this point I get so stressed out that I stop the conversation in its tracks and we move on until the next baby conversation starts.
I starting lamenting that we are not one of those couples who wakes up one morning and wonders where her period is before realizing… Holy Crap… We’re pregnant.
Are we ready for a baby?
Would having a baby in this condo be ok or should we get a house first?
What are the pros to having a baby?
What are the cons to having a baby?
What will we do about our work schedules with a baby?
Do we think day care is ok for the baby?
Usually by this point I get so stressed out that I stop the conversation in its tracks and we move on until the next baby conversation starts.
I starting lamenting that we are not one of those couples who wakes up one morning and wonders where her period is before realizing… Holy Crap… We’re pregnant.
My husband had the perfect solution. If our NHL team wins, we try to have a baby… If they lose we wait. Let the universe decide if we should start trying.
They won… We each took a shot of vodka toasting to fertility and 45 min later I looked like I was in training to be a pretzel. This is when the panic starts to set in.
They won… We each took a shot of vodka toasting to fertility and 45 min later I looked like I was in training to be a pretzel. This is when the panic starts to set in.
I have spent the better part of my life trying NOT to get pregnant. I’m not talking about a casual approach to not getting pregnant either. I basically constructed the equivalent of the US Marine Corps in my uterus. Also known as UMSD (Uterus Marines Special Division). Operation Stork had been going strong many years and hadn’t failed me yet.
I never even had a “scare”. Many of my friends thought I took the “not getting pregnant” overboard. Especially once McLovin and I got married. But 99.9% effective isn’t 100% and why take that .01% risk?
We used birth control, condoms with spermacide, and avoided doing the deed on the big money days. None of those bastards where getting into my Uterus and finding a viable egg.
We decided to let the “birth control pill” part of the UMSD defense system go once the “baby” conversations started, but other then that my UMSD system was still in full effect.
HA. Oh wow, I remember doing this....multiple times. It drove my husband bonkers that I'd flip around and put my legs up the wall, but it always made him laugh too. Back then I think we'd have freaked at a BFP...nearly two years later, I'd probably pass out in a totally different sort of shock. If only we could just get drunk and knocked up. :P
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