Tonight I find myself in a funk.
I FEEL pregnant.
And I suppose that that should fill me with excitement and hope — even as it’s too early to test. But instead, I find myself in a total, and I mean TOTAL, funk.
Yelling at Maddy, low tolerance for clutter or mess, frustration over just about EVERYTHING.
Am I pregnant, and I’m just hormonal? Am I stressed because IF (and what a big IF that is) I am pregnant, that means I could lose a baby? Am I simply not ready to hit the restart button on this grief journey?
Am I irritated because I feel so sick to my stomach, and I’m nervous about how I’ll be able to cope for 9 months? Do I feel guilty being upset about nausea when 7 months ago I was jealous of women with morning sickness because it meant their pregnancies were normal? Is it because I’m being hyper sensitive to every cramp, every twinge, every possible symptom?
Is it that I’m afraid to get my hopes up? Is it that I’ve ALREADY gotten my hopes up, and fear there’s nothing but disappointment ahead? Is it because I’m afraid of how to break the news (again, big IF) if I am pregnant to some of my closest friends who are wanting babies more than anything? Is it because I don’t know WHO to tell, WHEN to tell, and HOW to tell IF I am pregnant?
Is it because I’m afraid to have hope?
Or maybe it’s just all of it.
It reminds me of this book Maddy loves that I kinda hate reading to her. It’s a Barney book (now you know why I hate it), and it’s called Alphabet Soup. Barney throws in ingredients starting with each letter of the alphabet. Cool, right? Except that the ingredients sound like they belong in a mystery basket on Chopped:
Yep. Pretty gross. Surely there’s a way to teach decent cooking while teaching the alphabet at the same time?
Right now, my soul’s the pot and it feels like something as undesirable as Barney is throwing a crazy hodge-podge of feelings, all stirred up and boiling over.
Frustration and fear
Knotted up inside
Geez . . . this is way more complicated than last time. Last time, I just saw a pregnancy test and was over-the-top happy.
I guess I am over the top right now. But instead of being just excited, I’m boiling over with leftover ingredients from the Chopped basket of mystery ingredients.
I wish I just knew what is the right way to feel, and how to make myself feel it. 🙁
P.S. I wasn’t pregnant. AF defnitely came. I did get pregnant on the next cycle — but that resulted in a miscarriage at 8 weeks. 🙁