Do I look knocked up to you?
I had 3 different people ask me if I was pregnant yesterday. THREE. One even offered me congratulations (she had me confused with someone else, but still). A guy I used to work with asked me if I was, then I got the congratulations, then my mom called and said my dad’s secretary had a dream about him (My dad) with a little boy that was his grandchild. I’m an only child, so that grandchild would be my kid. That’s kind of freaky.
Let me just clarify:
I have several friends who have just had a baby, or they’re trying to have a baby, or they’re worried about getting pregnant, or they want me to have a baby. All this is stressing me out plenty without me actually trying to have one.
I’m not sure how I feel about it. I don’t want something else to have complete control over my body for 10 months. I don’t really feel right about bringing more children into the world when there are so many suffering in our country and others that need good homes. I could definitely take someone else’s child and raise it as my own. I mean, if I have to deal with my own kid kicking me in the ribs for 6 months, how maternal can I feel when it comes out? What if I want to kick it back?
Tell me parents,
Emaciated is more like it, hunnie. Eat a cheeseburger, please!
Hi, I don’t know you but randomly came across your blog. I have to say that for a long time I had the exact same negative thoughts/wondering about pregnancy as you do. Slowly over the course of the marriage, I started getting less and less traumatized by the thought of pregnancy/babies. After 5 years of being married, we felt like we were getting the green light from God. I was SO nauseous for the first half of the pregnancy that it honestly felt like the worst time of my life. Then it suddenly got better. Then the baby came…and I wasn’t really a “baby person” before…and I fell head over heels for this little guy. I still am. It’s amazing. I had no idea what I was in for. I mean that in a good way. It is WAY fun. I don’t even think twice about wanting to do it all over again.
As for the adoption thing, it’s a tough issue. Part of me did feel guilty at first and I don’t think I ever found a good answer for it other than “we can’t afford it financially.” I actually did look into it a bit when I was pregnant (thinking I didn’t know if I could do the whole barf fest thing again), and I was really surprised at all of the fees involved. And if there are special needs, that adds another dimension as well. Of course, if God calls you to it, he will provide!
Wow, this is long. Thanks for listening to a stranger ramble!