Life..Interrupted….

So I’ve been thinking of not writing this post for so long that no other posts want to be written until this one is off of my mind.

Here’s the deal.

About 6 months ago, I took out my IUD.  I’m 37, Pookah was 3 almost 4. If I was even thinking about having another one, the time was ripe. IT WAS TIME. So I convinced myself. My ovaries were twitching and I had this anxious feeling around babies.

But nothing happened.

Each month, I have watched as my period came and went, came and went, and came and went again.

6 times.

I’ve endured all the questions, the teasing, the jabs. Even though folks didn’t really know we were” trying”.  And just a side note, “trying” to get pregnant is not nearly as easy and fun as folks make it out to be when it doesn’t happen.

I gave my standard answers:

“Do you know how EXPENSIVE Pookah is?”

“Pookah doesn’t need a playmate, he’s got me.”

“SIDE EYE”

What I really want to say is: yes, I want Pookah to have a sibling, yes, we’re trying and my body isn’t cooperating,  DO YOU WANT TO KNOW ALL OF THE OTHER THINGS ABOUT IT?

So yeah.

I’ve been trying to be patient. After all, it took a year and a miscarriage before I got pregnant with Pookah. So why would this time be any different? Because I’m 4 years older and so are my eggs.  And no matter what the celebrity magazines tell you, women my age don’t get pregnant easily.

I haven’t wanted to write about this because I didn’t want the are you pregnant yet questions.  I didn’t want to open up the floodgates on this blog about this struggle/journey/time/whatever it is.

But me being me, it was killing me not to share.

Sigh.

OK that’ s all.

Back to our regularly scheduled programming.