Our family lives in a very weird part of America. Unlike the majority of families in our country with their 1.9 children, it’s not uncommon to see minivans unloading anywhere between four and seven kids at our local parks. Some … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Babies
I Never Thought I’d Be the Infertile Friend
My first child was a honeymoon baby. There was no work involved in getting our son, just a little bit of prayer. Even our daughter didn’t require much work, just a few months of charting, a handful of negative pregnancy … Continue reading
My Dear Pregnant Friend, I’m Happy For You—But I’m a Little Jealous, Too
I attended another baby shower this weekend. That’s the second one in as many weeks, and I have at least four more in the next few months. So many new babies. So many newborn cuddles.
So many months of waiting.
So many pregnancies. So many moms to honor.
So many months of infertility to mourn.
So many new lives to celebrate. So many adorable, little outfits to buy.
So many negative pregnancy tests to ignore.
So many laughs to share.
So many tears to hide.
So much to feel, it’s overwhelming.
My dear pregnant friends, I am so happy for you, but I’m jealous too. I am so excited to celebrate you and the wonderful gift of life, but at these times more than any other, I wish I could be you. I wish I could celebrate my own pregnancy. I wish I could experience the great joy of carrying life within me again. But these days are not about me. They are about you, and I am so happy for you. I am so blessed to be able to celebrate you as we await the arrival of your beautiful new babies.
There have been so many pregnancy announcements recently. So many gender reveals. So many baby showers. So many birth announcements. So much to celebrate. So many growing bellies. So many glowing faces. So many expanding families, filled homes, full hearts. So many new babies. Some of you are carrying your first child. Or it’s your third. Or your fifth. No matter how many children you’ve already brought into the world, I am so happy for you.
But I’m also jealous. I wish I was pregnant right now. I wish I was expecting another baby, my third child. I wish my son could say he’s going to be a big brother again. I wish my daughter could wear a sweet, little shirt announcing that she’s become a big sister. I wish my husband and I could spend our evenings debating baby names. I wish I could experience all the joys and struggles of pregnancy again—the bulging belly, the swollen ankles, the crazy cravings, the aches and pains, all of it. So many wishes. So many prayers. So much hope. And so much disappointment.
But I am so happy your wishes are coming true. I know how many of you have struggled—struggled to get pregnant, struggled to stay pregnant, struggled to decide if now was the right time to welcome another child. You have struggled and suffered, but now you have so much to celebrate, and I am so excited to celebrate with you. New life is always something to celebrate, and I am so happy to be able to share in your joy.
So if there are cracks in my facade, I’m sorry. If my smile sometimes looks a little fake or forced, I’m sorry. If my hugs are occasionally a little weak, I’m sorry.
I really am so happy for you and consider myself blessed to be able to celebrate with you, but from time to time, my jealousy peaks out. It whispers of those dreams I have, those wishes I have made that have not come true for me. But my joy for you is real. I am so happy for you, and the dream of my children one day playing with your children gives me hope. I have so many dreams for us.
When I see your pregnant belly and your healthy glow, I choose to celebrate you. I choose to focus on you, and when temptation strikes, I choose to focus on the joys of my own past pregnancies. When I attend your baby showers and gender reveals, I choose to celebrate you and to remember my own showers with joy. When I hold your newborn babies in my arms, I choose to celebrate your baby and to relish that newborn baby smell. I choose to be joyful. I choose to be happy. I choose to focus on the two beautiful children I’ve already been given rather than the ones I hope to have in the future. So to my dear pregnant friends, I am so happy for you.
The Silent Struggle of Secondary Infertility
Another negative pregnancy test. Another period. Another cycle begins. Another hope for a child ends. I mourn my loss quietly in the bathroom, stifling my sobs so I don’t wake up my husband in the next room. When I am … Continue reading
Our Baby-Led Weaning Journey
Getting John to eat regular food was a challenge that I knew I never wanted to repeat. We introduced him to pureed foods at four months, and he quickly developed an aversion to anything remotely resembling actual food. When he … Continue reading
A Tale of Two Pregnancies: Boys vs. Girls
Now that the cat’s out of the bag, it’s time to answer the question that has been nagging everyone for the past two weeks: is it different this time? Many people believe that there are tell-tale signs that you’re having … Continue reading
And John Is Getting a Little…
Sibling! Gotcha- you’re just going to have to keep reading to find out the answer to that little surprise! Well before Andrew and I learned that we were pregnant, we were talking about names. Some of those names had been … Continue reading
A Tale of Two Pregnancies: The First Trimester
From the moment that I learned that I was pregnant again, I knew that this time would be different. Two and a half years ago, when I learned that I was pregnant for the first time, I celebrated with Starbucks … Continue reading
A Birthday Surprise: John’s Favorite Gift, Even If He Doesn’t Know It Yet
John received a very special birthday gift this year, and though he probably doesn’t realize it now, I’m sure it’ll be his favorite gift for years to come. It came in the form of a book. But not any book- … Continue reading
The Contradictions of Modern Motherhood
I have a confession to make: sometimes I get frustrated with my husband when he cares for our son. Sometimes I get frustrated because he doesn’t do what I want him to do- bottles might go unfilled, laundry might sit … Continue reading