Sometimes it’s just hard to keep things to yourself, especially when they’re frustrating, stressful, and involve a lot of rules.
Like baby making.
In case you didn’t already guess it from this Tweet over the weekend:
Yeah yeah – Kyle and I are in the process of trying to create a family. We have been for two months actually. And? It’s hard.
Not the actual baby making part – that’s the fun part I suppose – but everything that comes along with it.
Like being off of birth control for the first time in eight years. If you ever want to experience raging, uncontrollable hormones like you’d never believe, stop taking birth control. Let me tell you – my mind and body did somethings I never thought it was capable of. Like bawling my eyes out over not painting the computer room/future child’s room. And breaking out into the worse acne since I hit puberty.
And then there’s the other little things: Prenatal vitamins. Folic acid makes your poops hard (sorry, but it’s the truth), and Omega vitamins makes my skin SO OILY.
Then there’s the bigger things: Trying to tell people that, “No, really, I don’t need a drink. No, I’m sure. Why? Because… no.” Trying to keep the baby making on the D.L. is HARD, especially when it seems like everyone wants to know my business. I suppose this post is letting virtually anyone know my business, but that’s besides the point.
It’s the people who started constantly asking me when kids were coming once Kyle and I got engaged who I’d rather not tell. Why? Because they’re childish and annoying and what’s really going on in my uterus is none of their business. And then they give unsolicited advice, which is only really unsolicited because none of them have had children or have gone through the “trying” process. No, it won’t “just happen” after a couple months of trying. No, you don’t really know how stressful getting your period actually is. For the first time in years, I’m disappointed that I have it.
And I’m not trying to belittle those who have been trying for ages to have a baby – don’t get me wrong. Two months of trying is nothing compared to some people who’ve been trying for years. But I feel I understand in a way. I’m more than certain the length of time I was on the pill has something to do with it taking a while to get pregnant. I’m just hoping my body hasn’t f-ed me over in the process.
I guess this is just another reason why I love the blogging world, because like I said Monday, there’s always someone who understands.
I love you Blog World!