Monday, June 18, 2012
There have been a lot of changes going on around here. In the last two weeks my oldest daughter moved home and my partner started the process of moving in. It is a wonderful feeling having my family reunited!!! My heart rejoices at us all being together! I thought life couldn't be more perfect. And then...
Two lines. Two pink lines.
I can't post what my first reaction was, I'm trying to keep this clean after all. Hmm, how can I say it... My reaction, upon seeing the two lines was something like. "NO!!! NO! NO NO!!! FIRETRUCK FIRETRUCK FIRETRUCK!!!!!"
I sat there dazed and confused. How did this happen??
I finally had a plan, I was finally looking after myself & making plans for myself and this has thrown me back to square one. Literally.
I have five children right now. Four were planned, one so planned we used fertility drugs. My first was a surprise, a shock, a life changer. And apparently, if this baby sticks, so will be my sixth.
I feel like I should cry. I feel like I should wail. I feel like I should feel something. All I feel is that telltale ripping feeling of my pelvic muscles every time I move.
Every once and awhile the reality of the situation starts to surface and I feel complete and total panic overtaking me so I immediately push it away and think of ANYTHING else and wade waist deep in denial.
I worry about the progress I've made in my health - both physical and mental - being lost. Already I am experiencing unwanted changes in how much I can do at the gym. I get worn out so very quickly. I'm doing less than half what I normally do for my workouts.
I hope that before this baby comes, if it sticks, that I can learn to quit resenting it. I hope I can stop being angry.
I wonder how long this state of shock will last.