Today’s will be somewhat depressing, so feel free to skip. As much as I’d like to keep everything scientific, the fact is that it’s not. There are tons of emotions involved. Plus, I’m still in the middle of my femara regimen, so feel free to blame that for today’s post.
10 weeks. That’s how far along I should be. Or, I should have a 10 month old ready to celebrate his/her first Christmas. Or, I should have a 3 month old, ready to celebrate their first Christmas. Usually, I don’t let these things get to me, but sometimes they come back up, and I have no control over when or how they do. There are a couple of triggers this time. The first, I learned someone at church is 9 weeks along. That’s really close to how far along I should be. When that baby is born, will I be reminded that I’m missing out? Maybe I’ll be pregnant by then. But then again, maybe not. There are no guarantees. I have no idea where in this journey I’ll be by then.
The other trigger: We’re sending out Christmas cards this week. I had thought about announcing our pregnancy using the Christmas cards. It would have been a couple of weeks earlier than I’d like, but the timing was too perfect. Another option was to forgo Christmas cards and send New Years’ cards. But instead, I’m sending cards out that just say “Merry Christmas.” I still like the letter idea for announcing. Maybe I’ll do that anyway, even if it is not at Christmas time when I get to make my grand announcement.