I’m not
gonna lie to y’all—this post is not going to be easy for me to write. But when I started this blog, I meant for it
to be a safe place for me to talk about this adventure Mr. B and I are on—an
adventure as husband and wife, home owners, artists, and eventually,
parents. I haven’t felt like I can talk
to many people about this process of creating a family, and most of that is due
to the fact that I have always claimed that I didn’t want to have kids—pretty
vehemently (I am nothing if not stubborn and set in my ways). So as it became more and more clear to me
that I do want to have a child, I found it hard to share my thoughts, worries,
and anxieties about everything pregnancy/mommy related. Hence, this blog was born (pun intended).
At this
point, this blog is not as anonymous as I would have once intended, but I have
realized in order for me to share with you some experiences that will be coming
my way soon, I have to explain my experiences from the past couple months. Pretty soon you will realize just why I was
gone for so long. I will warn you now,
this post is long and personal, and if that’s not your thing, I totally
understand. If you want to turn back
now, I promise I won’t be offended (and really, how will I know?). You’ve been warned. Here we go…
Mr. B and I started
the serious baby talk around August or September of last year. I think deep down we both knew that kids were
going to happen at some point, despite some of our protests to the
opposite. We figured we would start
trying some time around March or April, which would give us a perfectly timed
baby for our teacher schedules. In
October, I stopped taking birth control to give it some time to get out my
system (some of my internet reading led me to believe it could take MONTHS for
this to happen). At the end of December,
I started feeling a little weird.
Tired. Emotional. And the biggest change? I no longer wanted alcohol. Mr. B and I were on our way out to eat at a
Mexican restaurant one night right after Christmas and I actually said to him,
“Know how I know I’m pregnant? The idea
of a margarita sounds really gross right now.”
(I promise, I’m not an alcoholic.
I am, however, a teacher.)
On December
30th, I took a pregnancy test.
Then I went out and bought a more expensive one and took that too. Both of them were very clearly positive. In my mind, I had visions of doing something
super cute to tell Mr. B the good news, but I was so shocked I just walked out
into the living room and showed him the pee stick (lovely, I know). He was even more shocked than I was—not
having experienced first-hand the exhaustion, crying, and aversion to alcohol—so
it took a little bit of time for the news to sink in.
The next day
we left for a New Year’s Eve trip to Vegas (just where you want to be when you
just found out you’re expecting, right?).
I have to say, this trip will live in my memories for a long time. I have never, ever come close to doubting my
relationship with Mr. B, but this trip cemented in my mind how amazing he
is. Considering this was something we
were not expecting for several more months, he truly rose to the
occasion—making sure I had everything I needed (including multiple naps and
boxes of Saltines) and coming back to the room with me before midnight each
night. I think on this trip we both
started to actually get excited about becoming parents.
We told a
few people our good news when we got home from our trip, but we decided to wait
to make the big announcement until after our first doctor’s appointment. Everything seemed peachy at the appointment
until we got to the first ultrasound.
The doctor informed us that while things should be seven weeks along,
they were only measuring six, and where we should be hearing a heartbeat, none
appeared. He prepared us for the worst,
and sent me off for a blood test. Two
days later, I had another one. Two days
later, we found out that the pregnancy was not viable, and I was given my
options: wait for a miscarriage to happen naturally, take a pill to induce a
miscarriage, or have a surgical procedure to clear out the uterus. I decided to wait for a few days to see if
things would happen on their own, but I didn’t last long with that. I was constantly worrying about something
happening—especially during class. I
finally called my doctor to ask for the drug (that experience might be a whole
post on its own). It was a pretty
miserable experience that lasted about five or six hours, but once it was over,
it was over—physically anyway.
It has been
about two weeks since I took the drug to induce the miscarriage, and physically
speaking I am back to normal. I have had
some amazing support from some great friends and family and I am having
plenty of good days. Honestly, sometimes
it feels like I was never pregnant in the first place. Then there are the moments when I still feel
pretty empty inside. Seeing nurseries
pinned on Pinterest, or friends posting pics of their baby bumps on Facebook
kinda makes me feel depressed. Or
angry. Or annoyed. Depends on the day. But things do seem to be getting better.
One of the
reasons I wanted to write this post is because I know so many women have been
in this situation, or have had their own struggles with getting pregnant, but
it isn’t something that most people talk about.
There have been times over the past couple of weeks that I have felt so
alone and like no one understood my struggles, but I know the opposite is
true. Over the next couple of months, as
Mr. B and I begin to think about trying to get pregnant again, I want to share
my honest experiences and feelings with my readers on this blog—that is one of
the main reasons I started Bees Times Three.
I also want anyone who reads this to walk away knowing that there is
someone out there who gets it. I am sure
that the next few months are not going to be easy, and I want to be able to
share my struggles--for my own sanity and for anyone out there who may be going
through the same thing. I will still be
sharing all of my other life adventures, but this would be a pretty big one to
ignore.
If you have
made it this far, thanks for hanging in there.
I promise there won’t be any (or at least not many) posts this long
again! I appreciate the “listening”
ears.