“I just really don’t want to want it again, until I get it, and then I want to want it fully. Make sense?”
I muttered this to my husband as we both attempted to drift to sleep, each battling our own never ending colds and rarely silent thoughts. Fortunately (or unfortunately) he totally understood what I meant.
It’s starting. Well, really, it started to start in October, but now it’s really starting.
The baby itch.
Sigh. I’m so not ready for this ….
I got great news from two good friends yesterday. One friend is having a girl, and the other is newly pregnant. I’m so excited for them both! And then it hit me …. I want to announce a pregnancy. But I don’t want to start the process that is most likely inevitably our path to conception and pregnancy. I don’t want to chart, I don’t want to give myself shots, I don’t want to “try” and “try” and “try” …. I don’t want to want it, until I get it, and then I want to want it fully.
I’d like another child … perhaps even another after that. But the memory that is not far from my mind and my heart of the yearning and longing and painful waiting makes my stomach twist in knots. The fear of more miscarriages, later term miscarriages, gobs and gobs of money, days and days of charting … it’s almost enough to make me not want to try.
The thought of wanting to be pregnant, longing for it, yearning for it–it drains me. It scares me.
I don’t want to want it until I get it. If only we had the luxury of an “oops”.
As I told a good friend this morning, our journey to Joshua has touched so many others who have had similar struggles. I guess I can get behind another tough journey if it means we can touch more lives. But sometimes, often times, in my most genuine moments, I just want to be “that woman” who gets pregnant just by looking at her husband and carries easily to term. Sometimes, often times, I don’t want to be “that woman” who God works through in her pain and sadness to minister to others.
Of course, though, if this is our path–to struggle in this life to conceive our children and use that pain to touch others–then we are honored that God would redeem our pain, redeem our sadness, redeem our struggle for His good purpose.
It’d just be really great to not want it until we got it, but I’m guessing that’s not how this is going to go …. So, let’s get on with it!