I was picking up Sean from school last week and overheard a conversation while I was waiting for him to come out of his classroom. Another mom has a four year old like Sean and a two year old. She was telling another mom that she was pregnant and wasn't really planning this one. She said she was happy but also a little disappointed to be going back to midnight feedings. My heart sank. (sigh)
So, now I cannot help but to hear the rest of the conversation. They are only a few feet away from me and not whispering or anything. The fertile tells her friend that they told all of their friends and family last week. The friend offers congratulations and asks how far along she is. The fertile proudly proclaims that she is five weeks and.... Then she glances up as if to think a minute and then continues to say that she is not five weeks, but six weeks exactly. Today! My heart plummeted a little lower. Ugh!
I sometimes feel cheated of this reckless abandonment. I cannot envision what it would be like to be pregnant and to not worry. I cannot imagine announcing a pregnancy to the world based on a pee stick. No blood test result, no ultra sound seen, no heart beat yet heard, no first trimester passed. The thought of it just blows my mind. I worried each day until they were placed in my arms, and then I worried even more! And I haven't stopped since!