Two women at my church are expecting their second child, and since the joke is that babies always come in threes in our group, everyone is good-naturedly eyeing the next candidate. Apparently I’m one of them, but I don’t mind being part of the joke. Eva is at the age now where we feel it would be fine to get pregnant again. We're simply not avoiding it anymore. I don't like the term "trying", because that to me turns baby making into a kind of science experiment. Charting cycles, taking temperatures, and scheduling sex like some kind of strategic operation. We're not doing any of that, we're just leaving it in God's hands. Last time the timing was perfect: I was pregnant within five months of going off birth control, the nausea left me just before Thanksgiving, my energy returned just in time for me to work the Christmas rush, and she was born in early summer, before the heat really kicked in. Right now my only fear is that next time I'll end up nine months pregnant in the heat of summer. I hate the summer heat anyway, but being hugely pregnant would be even more miserable. It makes no sense to think about it though, because it's out of my control anyway.
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