December 2, 1999
Hello, Goodbye
Cycle 2, Day 23, 1 DPO
Temp: 98.2
Cervical Mucus: None
Cervix: Low, closed, firm
Temps spiked. Begin the
period of obsession! My breasts were a little sore last night, due
to the ovulation, and so now Eric is already obsessed again. "You're
pregnant."
And I just want to give a shout of Congratulations! and good
luck to
Zannie and her husband: they've decided to start trying for a baby this
month! Yeah! And I'm not just saying that because I was feeling lonely
in my "trying to conceive" clique.
I found an interesting read in the adult stacks a few days ago. It's
called A Voice of Her Own: Women and the Journal Writing
Journey. Neat stuff; go read. Anyway, one of the chapters through
which I was flipping today was really getting deeply into how much life
is about change. Everyday we say goodbye to bits of who we were, and greet
new facets of ourselves we never knew existed. Precious few things
remain unchanging.
To what did I bid farewell today? Certainly nothing terribly concrete.
I'm in a daily process of trying to say goodbye to my past, my mother's
past, and her father's past. I wish that process could end with the simple
statement, "I forgive you," but it's proving not to be quite so easy.
I'm in the process of saying goodbye to my days of being the reliant
one. I want to be a mother; I want my children to be able to rely on
me. I'm bidding adieu to the times in which I could pick up and go with
scarcely a thought for anyone but myself. Husbands can deal with change;
children need more stability. I had an aunt who bounced her family around
frequently, and my cousins suffered.
I'm slipping further and further away from the ideal of the professional
musician. Children will delay doctoral studies, perhaps permanently. I
decided that while I could live without a doctorate, the lack of children
was something I could not bear. Decision made, it's still hard to believe
that I'm slowly saying goodbye to that of which I dreamed for so many years.
I can still be a composer, but a name, in my lifetime, may be stealing
from my grasp.
Today I'm one step closer towards motherhood. Even now, my little egg may be
forming many, many tiny cells and searching for a soft place to land. If
we were not successful this month, I'm still moving closer, for my mind is becoming
more firmly set on the goal every moment.
Today I help my husband make a decision which may affect our income, our
location, and his career. He has a job interview tomorrow morning, and must
decided whether he would like to continue in Materials or to move to Information
Systems. The former would leave us here and pay more money; the latter may
eventually move us to Wisconsin and is dearer to his heart. How can he decide?
With the change that flows around me, I cling to the few things that remain
unshifted. My relationship with God...my love for my husband, which deepens, but
always remains...the support I receive from my family. My life has moved me in
so many directions: I was a teacher, then a musician, then a librarian. I was
a virgin, then a wife, and soon will be a mother. I've been from one emotional
extreme to the other. Thank God for my journal, which may just help me sort it
all out in the end.
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