Posts Tagged 'kid energy'

All You Need Is Moms

My mom recently came to town. She brought this picture of us, which I had never seen before. I think she brought it so that I could better focus on the new relationship forming inside me. (Ironic, isn’t it, that my baby face is so out of focus in the photo?)

K and I tried something new for the same effect yesterday. We went to a picnic organized by a local group of parenting and pregnant lesbians (PLOP for short… ew!). It was at a park, so the crew was mostly moms and toddlers. But we talked with a few moms who had infants, and that was a treat. When I see the really little ones, I’m reminded of what’s coming our way. I mean, on the one hand, I still totally don’t believe it (I am me, after all, who thinks something has to go wrong). Being surrounded by other moms, some of whom must have gone through similar struggles to get their babes, gave me another much more reassuring hand to consider.

My mom will be visiting for a week; an hour before her plane leaves, K’s mom arrives for her visit. The timing of all this makes me think Ma Universe signed us up for a summer course in Momming.


Yes I Am

Magic Seahorse - 6 Wks

…nauseated, …tired, …girthy, …repulsed by food, …spacey, …hypersensitive to odor, …busty, …tired, …living on rice crackers


We did it! We found out two weeks ago today, but we wanted to see it for ourselves in order to believe it and then tell others. We thought for that whole time it might be twins (a very high HcG count on day 14 and a friend’s premonition of a boy and a girl), but today we saw and heard one beautiful, perfect heartbeat.

I never thought I could feel like puking so many hours of the day. I never thought my boobs could get so big. And the tiredness…it’s not like sleepiness or exhaustion. It’s an entirely different animal. But I’m so friggin’ happy (and in shock).

We’re still not “out of the woods”—I guess we have another 6 weeks before the all-clear whistle blows. In the meantime, a strong heartbeat is a great sign, and we’ve graduated from the fertility clinic! I know there are a ton of things I need to write about, but I’m trying to keep the eggs I finally got in me down. Distraction can be a lifesaver, but unconsciousness is best.

Thanks for y’all’s good wishes and prayers and stuff. I really believe this finally worked because of it.

No Shame

I blatantly took over the holding of a friend’s baby at a 4th of July party for my own selfish purposes. Sure, the baby is adorable and I would want to hold him anyway. But I was using that little guy for his weight in baby juju. I sniffed the head (and kissed it, too!), really concentrating on the yummy feel of him. It’s funny how the longer this process takes the more superstitious I’m becoming! If I’m not pregnant by the end of the summer, you’ll probably find me with a Ouija board or reading my tea leaves.

Actually, I’m feeling kind of down today, and not just because we’ve had cold cloudy days for the past I don’t know how many. My basal body temp has dropped 3 hundredths of a degree each day for the past three days. I know that is minuscule, but the downward trend is what has me funkin’.

I appreciate the reminder that each unsuccessful try is getting us closer to the successful one, but for right now I’m shamelessly singin’ the progesterone cream blues.

Season of the Witch

K and I love our time with our friends’ kids. The other day I went with my best friend and her 2 year old to music class. There were at least 15 toddlers and a very cool guy (think Angus from L Word, season 3) playing killer songs like: “Old Mick Jagger had a band, called the Rolling Stones…” Tonight, K and I will see our friend Becky’s two little (little) boys—our most recent arrivals.

I like to imagine that all of this kid energy will magically transform itself into womb energy. We had an unusually strong dose of it yesterday, when we spent time with our friends’ 6-year-old. After a half dozen runs through the Purim carnival jumping castle, our sweet friend told K and I a secret. She said, “I’m a witch, but the good kind.” When we got back to our house, she told us she would like to make a potion. She gathered leaves, salt, and pepper and mixed them up in a glass of water. We went into our front yard with her where she stirred up the potion and said, “I wish that Malka and Kristy will have a baby.” She then poured the potion onto the ground. I know; I was ferklempt, too.

Do you think it’ll work?

We got back in touch with E2, who should be getting tested today or tomorrow. Our conversation went pretty well, and we learned that he wasn’t flaking or backing out. He was out of touch because he had gone through a really yucky and painful procedure and recovery. So, if his swimmers are Olympic athletes, we should be good to go on to the next step, which is having his lawyer look at our contract, and then all of us signing. As long as that’s done by the early 20s of March, we should be able to inseminate again next month! (Is that too many “if”s and “as long as”s for an exclamation point?)

(Disclaimer: No men were harmed in the making of this blog.)

The Family

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