Expectant Mom: Scary Day

October 31, 2012 by  
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By Lex Jacobson

About a half hour after I woke up yesterday, I started to get abdominal cramps. They felt like really bad constipation cramps, so I tried to do what I could to get rid of them. Shortly after, they didn’t feel like cramps anymore; they felt like they were getting more and more intense and building up to a pain so bad that I had to consciously breathe through them to get through the pain.

The scariest thing was that Devon was leaving for a convention that afternoon for 8 days and I had to drive her to the border by 3 pm. By one o’clock, I was in tears because of both the pain and also the fear. TMI alert… it didn’t feel like constipation for long, as I was back and forth to the bathroom with really loose stools, which didn’t bring any relief.
I pulled out the pregnancy book and read the symptoms for preterm labor, and was having some of them. There was a rhythm to it and they were definitely progressing into something bigger. I was bawling with Dev – feeling bad because of the timing of leaving for her trip and terrified that she had to go and I’d potentially be giving birth to this baby on my own. She was really good with me and basically told me she would cancel her flight if she had to, and that I came first, which of course made me feel better (and worse… because I’m that kind of girl).
I paged my midwife, who called back almost immediately. I explained my symptoms and she was worried that it may be preterm labor, considering the cramping would come back strong every 5 minutes or so. However, I didn’t think my uterus was getting hard (although I wasn’t sure… can you feel that through your skin or is it more of an inner feeling?), it didn’t quite feel like menstrual cramps and baby was moving tons, which she took as a good sign. She had me down a ton of water and lie in a bath to see if the pain would subside. It did, thank God. I think the extra water helped too.
Long story short, the cramps stayed away for the majority of the day and I was able to say goodbye to Devon for the week and know that I was going to be okay. The midwife called to check in later in the afternoon and was happy with the way things were going. She suggested it may have been an intestinal bug of some sort that was bringing on really bad pain.
Cramps have come back a bit last night and again this morning, but not nearly as painful as they were before and I’m feeling more confident that it has little to do with my baby girl wanting to come early. I think I was more scared than anything else and with Devon leaving, that intensified everything. Today, I have to call my best friend to ask if she’ll be “on call” this week in case anything happens, and I have to be okay with the fact that Devon will probably not be able to get back in time.
I’m feeling very blessed today that this little baby girl is snug as a bug in my tummy, not going to make her appearance anytime soon.

How to Handle the Donor Sibling Question

October 4, 2012 by  
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By Lex Jacobson


Funny how timing works out with things and worlds come together. I had an appointment with my doctor the other day and she asked who would be in the delivery room with us. I told her just us, a midwife, and that we were trying to find a doula, but couldn’t afford an “experienced” one. Turns out one of the Registered Massage Therapists in her office just finished doula training and is looking for a few couples to work with for free to finish her qualifications.

Ideally, it would be great to have someone more experienced, but we just couldn’t justify the cost. We met with the potential doula yesterday after work and we instantly clicked with her. She’s awesome. She’s young and extremely passionate. I did really like the fact that she is an RMT who specializes in pregnancy massage and fertility – I’m sure having an RMT in the room during labor would be an added plus. She’s also gay, which doesn’t really change anything, but I like that she understands the additional complexities of our situation.

My main question for her was how her role would work when I really, really want Devon to be my primary birth partner. She explained that she’s mostly there to be my voice and that if I want, she would coach Dev to do things that might help me through certain times in the labor. I appreciate that. She’s never been to a birth. Does that bother me? Not really… we all have to start somewhere. It also can’t hurt to have an extra pair of hands in the room. If I were spending money, I’m not sure I would invest in someone nobody can vouch for, but I like the fact that we are giving her this opportunity, as she is with us. We’re pretty excited.

Something weird happened this week, and I’d love to hear from others about similar experiences. I was on our sperm bank’s Facebook page just to check it out and started clicking through photos that clients have posted of their children. It amazes me that people can post so many pics – which include personal information – with comments thanking donor #9346 or whatever.

Here I am clicking through the pics and I come across a picture of a mom thanking a donor and I’m suddenly staring at my future daughter’s half-sister. You could definitely see some of the donor’s features in her… oddly enough, the one characteristic that I’m not super keen on… and I was fascinated. She was a lot darker in coloring than I expected (eyes, hair, and skin), and her mom was very blond and light-skinned. Our donor has reached his maximum number of offspring and has retired, so god knows how many are out there. I followed the link to the mom’s profile and totally Facebook-stalked the family.

It’s a surreal experience, and one that I realize I haven’t really figured out how to deal with before. Part of me wants to join the donor sibling registry, but part of me wants to keep my family just that – my little family that’s mine and mine only, you know? We did choose a donor who is willing to be known eventually, and I have no problems with our daughter finding him later in life, but I still don’t know what I’d like to do about half siblings.

Is this part of the process that would be helpful for our future daughter? We plan to tell her from very early on that she has two moms and a donor and explain what a donor is, but I have no idea what to do about bringing sisters and brothers into the mix. I know some of you are in contact with half siblings and some of you have chosen not to be, but I don’t even know where I want to stand on the issue! Would love to hear some advice from others who have already dealt with something similar.


Advice for a Non-Bio Mom?

September 13, 2012 by  
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By Lex Jacobson

My wife Devon has been a dream through this pregnancy. She’s so thoughtful and does things for me before I even think about them. She’s always been supportive, but I’ve never seen her like this. It kind of makes my heart melt every single day. I’m extremely lucky.

Devon is extremely excited to be a mom but I think she’s struggling a little bit with what she’s supposed to feel during the pregnancy part… and also what her role will be when the baby comes, but for now, the pregnancy. She’s read several stories from Confessions of the Other Mother and her overall comments so far have been that, unlike many of the other mothers, she doesn’t have a drive to be masculine and fatherly. Yes, she’s protective of me, but she’s always been. She also does not hold any of the resentment that many non-bio moms in the book seem to hold for not being the body that bears the child.

As I talk about the stories and posts I read on pregnancy forums, she often asks whether I’ve seen any such sites or resources for non-bio moms. We’ve searched for websites that support non-bio moms and though we’ve found an odd story and anecdote here and there, there really isn’t much. I’m wondering if any of you have any advice or resources that I can pass on to her. I want her to feel as supported as I feel, but I am at a loss as to how to help her.

I just need to say that it’s not like she’s extremely affected and can’t move past this; it’s definitely not like that. I guess I’m feeling as though she’s doing SO much for me, I just want to do something for her. There are a billion support systems for pregnant women, but yeah – it’s like it’s the dark side for the non-bios.

She’s not sure what she wants to be called when the baby comes. For a while, she wanted to be “Mama D” but that’s something I really don’t like, because to me, I can just see the “Mama” being dropped and our kid ending up calling her Devon and me Mum. That might work for some people, but I want her to be an equal and for some reason, having a “mom” name is part of it. I will start by being Mumma and end up with Mum (British background) and just today she said that “Mommy/Mom” might be okay… but it’s taken a long time to get here. Not sure what we’ll end up with, but I guess we don’t need to think about it at this point.

Anyway, any advice on the resources would be splendid.


I Don’t Want My Kid To Be An Asshole

August 2, 2012 by  
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By: Lex Jacobson

I love kids. So much. Hence the fact that I’ve wanted my own since I was a kid myself. (I’m glad I didn’t want them *that* much when I was in high school, because my life would have worked out much differently… back when I had free access to sperm.)

I’m so excited to hold my own baby come January and watch it grow through all of the stages of childhood. I’ve been hanging around a lot of kids lately – whether they’re related or not – which has scared me a little. Because I’m realizing something.

Kids are assholes. Not always, but man, they can be assholes. Demanding disrespectful dickheads. I love my nieces and nephews, and all of my friends’ kids, but I don’t know what I’m going to do when my kid throws a tantrum in the middle of a dinner party or hits another kid while we’re playing at the beach or tells me they hate me in front of everyone. Because I know all three of these things will undoubtedly happen. And Devon and I are going to be as ashamed of ourselves as mothers as our friends are when their children do shit like this.

Though Devon and I were raised in extremely different environments (she in a single-mom-best-friend type relationship and I in a militant-tough-love environment), we do agree that the one most important thing for us is to have respectful children. Both of us were very respectful children (though my “respect” was more out of complete terror of my mother, not true respect) and we would like the same for our children (without the terror part).

But as we’re realizing with hanging out with numerous kids these days, we can only shape our own so much, and even though he or she may be an angel at home, undoubtedly at some really embarrassing point in the future – at a most inconvenient time – my child will be an asshole and I will feel like a horrible mother. And it will probably happen around my own mother, just to rub it in even deeper.

I can only hope that my kid’s core ethics are strong and clear and that the asshole moments are really just moments (perhaps most of his or her second year?) and that I will give myself credit for raising a generally decent child. Hell, I know lots of adults who are decent people who have asshole moments, so maybe I’m putting way too much pressure on my unborn child, and myself.

I think really we’re just a bit scared. It’s easy to hand over my asshole nephew to his mother and let her do the parenting, but knowing that’s up to us shortly is a little terrifying. All of this is a bit terrifying.


Coming Out: Pregnancy Edition

July 19, 2012 by  
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By: Lex Jacobson

We are into our second trimester and have started to announce this pregnancy. Most of our friends know, and last week I told my boss and then my colleagues.

I am amazed at how similar I’ve found the coming out experience and the announcement of a pregnancy experience: They are both secrets you’ve held for a long time (granted three months is a little different than three years) and it is the most important thing in your current life.

Ten years ago, I was terrified to come out. I was scared of not being accepted, of living a life that was frowned upon by many and of losing my nearest and dearest friends. Though with this pregnancy, the fear of losing people is much lower, there is a sense that my choice to have and raise a baby in a queer family is not a lifestyle that would be celebrated by many.

However, just as I was surprised at how people stuck by me and supported me when I came out, the reaction to the pregnancy announcement has been nothing but positive. I honestly didn’t expect people to be this happy for us and excited about the prospect of a new little heartbeat entering the world in six months.

I have also been a little bit worried about my wife Devon’s heart through all of this too. I was scared that people would put the focus on me, because I was the pregnant one, and forget to celebrate her impending motherhood, and again, have been surprised.

So far, there have only been a few questions about the “dad” in all of this. What is the dad like? Did you see a picture? How did you choose? What are you going to tell the kid about his/her dad when they grow up? I wish I could educate people to not use the word “dad,” as that is a growing pet peeve of mine. We used a donor, not a dad. He is no more a dad or father than a man who leaves a woman while she’s pregnant and who has nothing to do with the kid.

There is no dad. There is a donor. And we are extremely grateful to that nameless man from a mystery state who has given us the biggest gift of our lives, but he is “just” a donor and though one day we may get the opportunity to meet him, this baby is my wife’s and my baby. We are the parents and the baby is ours and ours only.

The biggest similarity for me between coming out and announcing the pregnancy has been the utter relief I’ve felt after the message had passed out of my mouth. In both scenarios, it was like exhaling a breath that I’d held for far too long.

So no more holding our breath. We will breathe into this new life and feel extremely blessed that we get to share this miracle with those we love, those who support us, and those who are part of this little village that will help raise a child.


Lack of Pregnancy Symptoms Doesn’t Mean the Worst

June 21, 2012 by  
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By Lex Jacobson

Things are falling into place on the home front. We’ve signed a year lease to rent an apartment in a pretty cool part of town and we’ll be fully moved by the second weekend in July.

That second week of July is an important one for me. First, it feels as though all the important, stressful stuff will be over (moving, work events). But more importantly, July 10th marks our “safe” 12-week mark, which I’m hanging onto so tight. Through the entire process of trying to conceive, I found the two week waits between IUIs and pregnancy tests so hard, but these next three weeks feel like they’re going to be harder than all of my two-week-waits combined (and there were a lot of them!).

My most apparent pregnancy symptom is lack of symptoms, which people tell me I’m so lucky to have, but it’s terrifying. For the day or two that I was puking in the mornings, I finally felt like something was going right with this pregnancy, but with the lack of current symptoms, I’m left wondering why I don’t feel anything.

I’ve dealt with anxiety all of my life and I knew it wouldn’t get better during pregnancy. I’m trying to hold onto that feeling that I actually DO have that all is well and my baby is healthy. I also know the risks of mood disorders – and treating mood disorders – in pregnancy, and I’m not oblivious to the fact that my fetus may have heart issues, or low birth weight, or a cleft lip… and it’s hard to trust, but I do.

The baby WILL be healthy and I will be too. We have learned a lot about this process and have worked with some amazing doctors who are extremely knowledgeable. There is absolutely nothing I can do except breathe, breathe, breathe and remind myself that little fetuses are insanely resilient… and so am I.


Pregnant and Slightly Homeless

June 7, 2012 by  
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By: Lex Jacobson

This first trimester is an interesting one. We haven’t told any of our close friends yet, just my mum and dad, so I feel like I’m hiding the most important thing in my life from my best friends. At the same time, it’s an awesome place to be where only my wife and I have a secret and can spend the time to share with each other.

It’s been tough not to want to climb on the rooftop and shout out the news so that I can rejoice with everyone. I know that time will come soon, but I feel as though I’m avoiding important situations just to keep this secret (I missed my best friend’s stagette last weekend). To us, it is important to keep to ourselves for a while; neither of us want to go through the process if we miscarried of having to figure out who we told, so that we didn’t miss following up with anyone with the bad news.

This week, our baby has officially graduated from an embryo to a fetus. We’re at eight weeks, and all I can think about is that we have only four more weeks to go before we’re at that elusive “safe place”. Every day, I celebrate a little more that the baby is still inside me. We got to see and hear the heartbeat last week, and the reality of potentially having a baby in seven months is setting in. It’s awesome.

We are in the middle of house hunting, as we are moving into a more diverse community from a smaller town with our current 3-hour daily commute. We’ve sold our condo and are going to become renters again. Our house is no longer ours and though we haven’t officially moved out, I feel slightly homeless. This limbo land of not having a home and carrying a secret that nobody knows is slightly overwhelming. Things all seem to be changing at once (including my body), but I’m so excited for this next stage.

We’ve been marking down “single couple, no kids” on all of our apartment/house rental applications, and today we saw a place which is the bottom floor of a house of a childless couple, and I felt awful having them consider us as their renters when we’re going to bring a screaming baby into their/our home. But I don’t want to tell them I’m pregnant and not get the apartment as a result. I don’t know, I just want to shed this secret and be myself: a soon-to-be-mom. That feels so awesome, and weird, to write.

All of this is weird and awesome.


This Is It!

May 24, 2012 by  
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By: Lex Jacobson


Well, it’s the post I’ve been waiting to write since I started writing for The Next Family over a year ago, and yet I don’t really know where to start.

How ‘bout: I’m pregnant.

It seems easy enough to say, but there have just been so many emotions powering through me over the past few weeks, nothing seems to make sense. But there are no ifs about it – I’m definitely pregnant, and praying each day that this baby holds on and we’ll get to meet our first son or daughter early next year.

My partner was out of town when I just knew. My boobs (which I’ve never really given a passing thought to, because they’re hardly there) felt like they were going to explode and I could smell things that I’ve never been able to smell before. I didn’t want to test until Devon got home from her trip, but I picked up some home pregnancy tests on the way to the airport, and peed on a stick as soon as we got home.

Seeing those two blessed lines was overwhelming. Although I was “feeling pregnant,” my protective mind was saying that it was because I was feeling sick, or tired, or it was all in my head. But those two lines made everything real. The blood test the next day exemplified that feeling.

We’re thrilled. Yet terrified. It’s a sketchy time, these first few months, when there is nothing to do but wait and hope and pray that things will stick. With my depression and my treatment for depression, I am at a higher risk of miscarriage, but overall, I’ve been able to let myself dream that this is it. This may just be it.

Nine long months of trying and two years of medication prep before that have made this a very long road. I don’t know what I’d do if that road were to end, because I can’t imagine what it would be like to do this for another nine months. The stakes are high.

I’ve been surprised at how good my mood has been so far. I know we’re hardly six weeks in, and despite the anxiety around losing this pregnancy (which I think is fairly normal), my mood has held and I do feel strong. Who knows what the next 34 weeks will bring, but for now, I feel very lucky to be where I am. And I can’t wait to finally meet our baby.


Identity Crisis of a Pre-Mother

May 10, 2012 by  
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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…


A Different Kind of Crazy

April 26, 2012 by  
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By: Lex Jacobson

When you mix mental health issues with fertility hormone treatments, sometimes you get a bit of a mess, which equals me. I imagine hormone treatments to get pregnant aren’t nice for anyone who has to do it, but I really feel as though it’s poking at old wounds. Crazy wounds.

I really wanted to make an omelet the other day, so chopped up some onion, garlic, bell peppers, and mushrooms and grated some cheese. I went back into the fridge to get the eggs. We had no eggs. I don’t usually lose my head, but I got so angry I almost punched a hole through the kitchen wall. Devon came out of the bedroom to find out what was going on and once she realized I was mad, she held up her hands so that I could use them as punching targets. When I wouldn’t hit her, she called me a pussy and I cried. Yup – crazy wounds.

My depression was never the tearful or weepy type of depression. In months and months of living in different psych wards, I rarely cried. I was numb more than anything else. It was an internal battle that I kept very private and couldn’t stand the thought of showing weakness through tears. So the effects of fertility drugs are tough to deal with. And I know that this is absolutely nothing compared to what I’m going to have to face when I’m pregnant with all of those different hormones, so this should be a good test, if nothing else.

This whole process – fertility drugs or not – is crazy. My days are filled with peeing in cups, taking my temperature at 4:00 am, obsessing over calendars, cervical mucous, and how the opening of my cervix feels. Then add the negative results month after month. This process is not for the weak (nor for the poor, but that’s another story for another day).

For now, I just need to go through with the insemination this week and remember to stock the fridge before I lose my shit again.


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