Posted by Josie on Jan 4, 2010 in Uncategorized | 22 comments
Last week I thought I might be pregnant. Actually, I was convinced that I was pregnant.
All the signs were there, I had them really early with Kai and it felt exactly the same. That achey womb feeling, low back ache, feeling bloated and tender. I began to feel really nauseas and exhausted, falling into bed by 9pm and begging Ant to watch Kai during the day so I could sleep. I FELT pregnant.
I wasn’t, of course. Definitely not. Two tests and the beginnings of my period this morning have knocked that idea firmly on the head.
The idiotic thing is that I’m devastated.
Two weeks ago, when I first began to wonder, I would have told you I wasn’t ready to have another baby, in fact the thought terrified me. We weren’t trying, planning a bigger gap and a year to study and move house, not to increase our family.
Yet within a week, I had imagined that baby in my arms. Imagined Kai with a little brother or sister, imagined announcing it to our friends and family, imagining laughing over the huge, unexpected Christmas surprise and our hell of a start the New Year, a little scared but ready to go for it. And I had never wanted anything more.
Stupid.
I have not lost anything except an idea. I haven’t gone through the very real and horrible experience of miscarrying like so many that I know. There was no baby but in my imagination. It’s pathetic really.
So why do I feel such a horrible sense of loss this morning?
Why do I feel so lost?
I have an assignment to submit today. I have a house to clean.
I have this stupid tummy bug or whatever it is to recover from (I STILL feel sick).
I have a beautiful REAL child to hold, and we can try again if that’s really what we want.
Life moves on.
Get a grip you silly girl.
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