{"id":1130,"date":"2008-05-06T02:38:30","date_gmt":"2008-05-06T06:38:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=1130"},"modified":"2008-05-06T02:53:47","modified_gmt":"2008-05-06T06:53:47","slug":"its-a-different-world","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=1130","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s a different world"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I feel like life isn&#8217;t all about babies anymore. It&#8217;s very strange, in a way. I&#8217;ve been all about babies since around the time that we started TTC (end of 2005) &#8211; especially when we hit infertility treatments, and then pregnancy. My life was all about that. Every day was thinking about the next appointment, the next procedure. The am I pregnant, am I not pregnant? Boy or girl? Baby gear lists and shower planning and waiting for labor.<\/p>\n<p>Now it&#8217;s&#8230; not. I thought I had fallen back into the TTC mode again, but the more time elapses the less I think about that too. Part of it is because it hurts too much to think about babies in any capacity. Even when I was TTC I was already planning what kind of baby&#8217;s room I&#8217;d have, and what strollers I liked. Now thinking about baby gear isn&#8217;t just a thought of times to come but also a reminder of times past. It&#8217;s no longer such a fun daydream&#8230; it tends to spark nightmares. I haven&#8217;t been reading the journals of friends who are pregnant or have babies, so I&#8217;m getting a good daily reminder of other fun things in life. Other topics, other conversations. In some ways it&#8217;s like taking a breath of fresh air.<\/p>\n<p>My period has yet to arrive. And yet&#8230; I am not particularly bothered by this. I make a mental note of it every few days. Sometimes the thought rises unbidden in to my mind: <i>maybe I&#8217;m pregnant right now?<\/i> And then I laugh and tell myself that&#8217;s just stupid-thought and it&#8217;s a road I really really do not need to go down right now. So I drop it. I figure at some point it&#8217;ll probably become important enough for me to take a pregnancy test&#8230; maybe in two weeks, three, four. But right now I&#8217;m satisfied to just let my body take time to recoup and get back on track. I&#8217;m not concerned. Ovulation was never my issue. It&#8217;ll happen sooner or later.<\/p>\n<p>I think part of the reason I am so relaxed about it is that I&#8217;m not sure it would be ideal for me to get pregnant before even having a period. I wouldn&#8217;t have a clue when I was due, though it would be January or sooner (which is not ideal in my book). And to be honest I&#8217;m a little scared about having to deal with the anxiety that will come along with it. But we are not willing to &#8220;take a break&#8221; and potentially waste the one month were it might have worked. If I do get pregnant it will be a huge blessing and I&#8217;ll probably freak out with joy. But I think part of that &#8220;it&#8217;s not ideal&#8221; mindset is me convincing myself that it&#8217;s okay not to get pregnant &#8211; to cushion the inevitable blow.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know if I&#8217;m particularly ready for either happening, my period or pregnancy. So right now I&#8217;m okay with just drifting in ignorance.<\/p>\n<p>Today I wore my pre-pregnancy jeans. Buttoned. And they didn&#8217;t feel horrible. In fact I felt incredibly sexy and just so pleased with myself. I still do not <i>look<\/i> like I did pre-pregnancy &#8211; ewww, pudge that overhangs my jeans, not sexy &#8211; but the fact that I fit in them now when I didn&#8217;t a couple of weeks ago is certainly a reassuring sign.<\/p>\n<p>I need to work harder to get rid of this pudge and extra weight&#8230; but I still have this stupid cold, and it makes it difficult to breathe.<\/p>\n<p>::<\/p>\n<p>My latest project has been resume-writing. Yes&#8230; I am looking for a job. It was going to be very tight after Devin was born, but I was willing to sacrifice things in order to be a stay-at-home-mom. Now that&#8217;s off the table for the time being and I&#8217;m left with a lot of time on my hands and a need to re-define my life. Den and I have had some long discussions about it and talked about how much of our debts (car loans, student loan) we could pay off if I worked even just for a year. Our budget is almost entirely balanced by Den&#8217;s income (what little I make is just enough to get us through) &#8211; anything I make can go directly to fun things or to paying off debts to make our life easier when I do get to be a stay-at-home-mom.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, &#8220;writing a resume&#8221; <i>sounds<\/i> easy, but I have spent the last 3 days practically bashing my head against a wall. Very stressful. And it&#8217;s not like I&#8217;ll be devastated if I don&#8217;t get this job &#8211; even though it sounds like the <i>perfect<\/i> job for me &#8211; but if I don&#8217;t get it I don&#8217;t want it to be because I totally screwed up my resume.<\/p>\n<p>I am scared if it <i>does<\/i> work out and I get this job, but I&#8217;m really trying not to stress out about things that may not happen&#8230; I may not get considered at all. So I&#8217;ll just submit my resume and see what comes of it, and deal with the rest later. It&#8217;s kind of a relief to have it taken out of my hands once the resume is in the mail.<\/p>\n<p>::<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve been having a lot of gas issues since giving birth&#8230; well, before then, actually. But now everything is settling in my abdomen to where they used to be and it feels totally different. Lately I&#8217;ve been having little gas bubbles that, for a tiny split-second, make me think it&#8217;s little baby kicks and cause me to freeze.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I feel like life isn&#8217;t all about babies anymore. It&#8217;s very strange, in a way. I&#8217;ve been all about babies since around the time that we started TTC (end of 2005) &#8211; especially when we hit infertility treatments, and then pregnancy. My life was all about that. 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