OMG I’m Pregnant!
April 1, 2009 by Jennifer Walker-Journey
Filed under Parenting
I’m not sure how this happened. I mean, I know how, I’m just not sure how it could have happened. We’ve been careful. Not counting-days-doing-that-silly-method careful, but honest-to-god-using-birth-control-pills careful. And there, it happened. I’ve become one of those girls I’d roll my eyes at. The ones who say, “But I was on the pill.” And I’d think, “Sure, whatever.” And now that’s me. I’ve become that 0.01 percent, that trace of the hormone-altered population that thought she followed the instructions, as she had for the past 20 years (save for that time when I was actually trying to become pregnant). I’ve become accidentally pregnant.
I’d be lying if I said there weren’t a handful of times that I reconsidered my decision to be the mother of just one child. Especially now that my son is growing out of that baby he used to be. But my window of opportunity has closed. I am not young anymore. I have spent 8 of the past 10 years communicating the mission of the March of Dimes. I know what it means to be pregnant at my age. I am rolling the genetic dice, and that frightens me. My doctor will order prenatal testing, again. I will hold my breath as I await the cryptic results of the triple screen, rattle off to a genetic specialist any defects in our family trees, watch the ob count the cavities in my baby’s umbilical cord and chambers in her heart, decide if I then deem it necessary to have him stick that long needle in my belly just to have peace of mind that my baby doesn’t have three heads. And what if she does? I am thankful to have a choice with my pregnancy; I just don’t want to have to make it.
I will have to buy all new baby gear – the stuff I unloaded a year ago with much ceremony. I will have to gain more weight and feel exhausted and yet still try to keep up with an overactive 5-year-old. I will have to go through a difficult delivery again; I will tear and hurt and wonder if my body will be the same again. I will know extreme exhaustion again and that paralyzing feeling of being in charge of something so small and frail and helpless and beautiful. I will have to share that space in my heart that I thought no one else but Truman would occupy.
I’m not sure I’m ready for this.
(photo, Flickr, Fred Jala)
Congratulation…hope you still have some of your previous baby gear if not you will need to shopping again …take care of your health and your baby..
Wow. The odds of being pregnant are so low, yet it happened.
Congratulations, may it work out for the best.
Congratulations! Let us know for sure what you find out. I got “accidentally but not” a few times. I love them all the same though.
Congratulations! I know a several babies that were conceived on the pill. lol I wasn’t ready for my second child either, but now I can’t imagine my life without him. He is a joy!
You know, I didn’t even think about this being an April Fool’s joke.
I did at first because it is April Fool’s day, but I think she’s very serious. Oh and I know it happens on the pill as well as other protection methods. I swear ya never get rid of baby stuff, the moment you do a few months later you will hear you are pregnant. I have a garage full this time around.
I think it’s safe to say it’s a joke, considering the tags for the post as well.
Oh, very smart. I didn’t see the tags. haha
I got rid of all of my stuff and was thrilled to do it. But, of course, this was after the permanent protection was put into place. haha I was soooooo glad to have that space in my house again and I really enjoyed the extra money I made at the consignment stores and yard sales. I was making about $50/month at the consignment store for about the first six months. I also had a lady that owned a consignment store come to my house and buy about $250 worth from me. I made several hundred at my yard sale too. Those days are gone though.
I hope you have a boring, uneventful pregnancy and a healthy baby.
yayayayayayayay you achieved the gift of life me being a 19 year old mum of 4 having my first kid at 12 living in the ghetto.
its the best when the cheques roll in for child suppport i go shopping and buy new clothes ,
you willl love it.
have fun babbe