Ladies (and gentlemen if you’re out there), I’ve crossed the great divide from preconception land into conception land. We’re officially trying to get pregnant. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but it involved a heart-to-heart with my husband and a bit of educating him about the importance of timing while trying to make a baby.
It wasn’t easy getting here. I think I’ve been talking about wanting babies since December 2008. For at least a year, on a monthly basis, I’ve concocted some hypothetical reason why maybe—just maybe—I might be pregnant, and every cycle it’s ended in disappointment.
But this month, we’re actually trying to get pregnant! (Warning, Mom. You might want to skip the next sentence.) We had sex while my cervical fluid was stretching a good 2 inches at least, and we’re still going at it. Whether or not we conceive this cycle, I feel such joy and peace. It’s refreshing to be rid of the push and pull dynamic that’s been revolving around the topic of babies. Now we’re being super sweet to each other, and I’m falling in love with an imaginary baby…well, maybe—just maybe—it might be real.