On Saturday is my fourth anniversary. I mean 'ours'-- not like yours and mine-- but K's and mine... well, you've got it figured...
The thing that is really foremost in my mind right now is a tad unusual--- you see, I got pregnant with Nev about a week after we got married... and then, two years later, we got pregnant with Know at basically the same time (right after my miscarriage). So, every other year I've gotten pregnant in November-- which ,makes for really cool early Christmas presents every other year.
Not this year...
I'm actually really sad about this. If my last two pregnancies hadn't knocked me flat, then I could be looking forward to another August baby, but, no... no babies for me until K graduates in two years. I try to think about things I can do without another little on the way-- but the truth is that I, badly, want to experience that goddess feeling that is pregnancy. I may be puking my guts out for all nine months with every joint in my body aching, but I love it. It's the only time I ever feel beautiful... even if I can hardly walk because I'm so exhausted and fat...
There are, of course, other reasons why I have to postpone-- no one really knows what effect Zoloft has on a developing fetus... I mean, I would never forgive myself if something happened to my baby because I was on anti-depressants. And, as we know because I ran out of my pills for about a week there, I just can't be off of Zoloft yet.
So, what do I do? I know my family isn't finished. I know that I want to have more kids-- BADLY. So, what do you do when your body has such a hard time of it and your mind needs a steady dose of alien chemicals to keep you from imploding on a regular basis? Do I take the risk that Zoloft isn't as benign as we hope it is? Do I risk an even WORSE pregnancy (as my mid-wives say I seem to be on an escalating scale of worse and worse pregnancies?) Or do I hope that my last pregnancy was a fluke, and that most of the pain was from my depression and that I could actually have an enjoyable experience with it?
But I'm not even really having those options. K has put his foot down, and this isn't something that should become a huge point of contention. So, I guess I'll be waiting another year and a half before we can start trying...
I think I will feel like I have empty arms when August comes around.
I already miss having a baby, with Know being so big...