Aunt Flo was a little late this month. And by a little, I mean 8 days late.
Which is pretty strange for me. My cycles have been pretty consistently 27 or 28 days for the past half a year. I went off birth control in January 2009 and had some pretty crazy cycles, but I was sure everything was back to normal. In the past year I haven’t had a cycle over 30 days long, and this one was 34 days.
I even bought a set of pregnancy tests.
DH and I decided just this summer that we want to for sure have kids. I’ve known for about a year that I want to have kids, but it took him a bit longer. When we met, we both swore off kids. We didn’t want to have them ever. Never. For sure.
But I was asked by a friend from massage school if I would be there at the birth of her son last August (2009) and I said yes, of course. It was an amazing experience. Eye opening. Life changing. I wanted one.
I told DH and he was confused. We’d been slowly but surely changing our minds about the baby thing, but I think seeing a birth had pushed me over the edge faster than DH could keep up with. He said he wanted to wait 3 or 4 years. I reluctantly agreed.
But, after DH saw the adorable baby boy I helped deliver, he said maybe in 2 or 3 years.
And this summer as our five year anniversary of being together and two year anniversary of our marriage approached (and his 28th birthday is coming up soon, too), he said that perhaps we could start trying next summer. I was overjoyed!
So, to have my period be late came as a surprise. We certainly were not trying for a pregnancy now, needless to say. I was stressing. I thought DH would be mad or angry or even upset at me. But he wasn’t, he was supportive and said that even if I was pregnant that he’d be excited. Whaaat?
So of course part of me then wished that I was pregnant. I’ve just been positively itching to have a baby for about six months, now. Positively, leap out of my skin, my body is taking over itching. And DH just hasn’t understood the concept of that…
Am I crazy?
But, alas. Aunt Flo arrived today and with her, two negative pregnancy tests landed in the trash can.
I will have my day, it’s just not today.
Love each other,