Well, not really.
Well, okay. Once. On Saturday night.
(And while drinking it, I thought the title would be funny.)
I hope everyone had a lovely Christmas holiday. I spent it in the company of my husband, parents and siblings, and it was fun and relaxing. We stayed up late, played Apples to Apples and Uno, reminisced about our time in Mexico, and looked forward to the future.
And yes, I did tell my family we were TTC.
My mom was so cute. The first thing she said? “Thank you!” She completely ignored the fact that we were having trouble, which was actually kind of nice. “It’ll happen,” she said. She said it with such authority that I had to laugh and almost believe it. I did learn a bit of her history, including that she had implantation bleeding with my younger sister and brother (when she somehow managed to get pregnant while on birth control). Without prompting, she said she wouldn’t grill me each month about the state of my uterus, but would be there if I needed to vent. And when asked, she swore that she wouldn’t mention anything to my in-laws, as they wouldn’t be finding out about a grandchild until 12 weeks. My sister suggested that my mom enjoyed having one over on them.
You know what? She probably does.
I won’t lie, though. Christmas wasn’t without its challenges. A cousin of mine, exactly my age, is four months pregnant (I’d say I currently hate her, but to be honest, I’ve never liked her much in the first place). A childhood friend of mine from Mexico just had her second child, a girl. It’s driving me nuts, all these Mexican acquaintances and relatives getting knocked up and popping kids out like nobody’s business. What the hell? As silly as this sounds, I feel like there’s something wrong with me (a feeling shared by another Mexican friend who is also in the beginning stages of working with an RE).
But it was good to tell my family. It’s nice to have a few more people on my side, you know?
Before 2013 ends, I have one more TTC-related thing to go through: the HSG this morning. Ay. As you read this, dye is hopefully flowing easily through my fallopian tubes. In the new year, the husband is having his SA done, so we’ll see if anything results from these things. My bloodwork, by the way, was right where it needed to be.
Onward! Off to enjoy my last week before starting my new job.