Identity Crisis of a Pre-Mother

By: Lex Jacobson

 

I find out tomorrow if I’m pregnant. I don’t know how people do this again and again and again for more than the nine months that we’ve been at it. This nine-month mark marks the due date of the first child had we gotten pregnant the first month we did an IUI. It feels like forever, yet it’s flown by as well.

I am struggling a bit with my identity right now. I’m not yet a mother, but I don’t feel completely childless. I feel as though we have a son or daughter, because we dream about them and put energy into them daily. They are in my every thought and almost every decision I make is for them.

It sounds silly, but one of the hardest things is during the two-week wait to find out whether you’re pregnant or not and saying no to things like brie cheese or alcohol or medicated cough syrup, the latter of which I’ve really, really needed this month. While about half of women have the luxury of not realizing they’re pregnant until after they miss their period, I have this awkward two weeks of maybes and best-be-safes. It’s maddening. It’s two weeks full of hope and double guessing and doubts and fears and planning for this baby that you just hope to god is going to evolve this month.

While my partner, Devon, does get excited when we may be pregnant and sad when it doesn’t work out, she doesn’t get that strong urge of motherhood – that ridiculously powerful feeling that I imagine starts in the uterus and overtakes every single nook and cranny of my brain. It’s so hard to explain it to people, and though Devon does get it more and more, I imagine it’s tough when I can’t turn off and move on quickly. She’s been amazing though and puts up with my obsessive personality. I drive myself nuts, so I can’t imagine how she feels.

I don’t think you can talk sense into a woman who wants a baby so incredibly bad. While it’s comforting to know there are many others like me out there, it’s also disheartening to know that there is no way to turn this feeling off until we get a new life out of this whole experience. Here’s to hoping again…

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  1. Diana says

    It is hard indeed. You life can change completely from one day to another – or maybe it won’t. My coping technique: I assume I am not pregnant until I get that positive test, instead of the other way around. My lifestyle is not so bad that I can’t start being pregnant when other women usually do, when they are already 3-4 weeks along. What is hard on me now is thinking about the next step – should I go back to doctors, get ultrasounds and medications, or even move on to IVF, even there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong with me? I am doing IUI’s at home and it’s lovely, but this can’t go on forever…

  2. says

    Keeping everything crossed for you. I know how crazy the 2WW can be, I have some friends there now. The hoping, the analyzing, the stressing while trying not to stress, the drama when you get HPTs that act funky. Best of luck in staying sane right now.

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