Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Warning: Profanity Ahead


When I communicate with other people on-line -- whether here in this blog, in other people's comments sections, or on LiveJournal -- I tend to avoid profanity at all costs. I do that for a few reasons, the most important ones being that I know that some people find it offensive, I don't think it's typically necessary, and while some bloggers have a way of weaving curse words into their prose in a way that's practically cute, in my writing I think it just sounds harsh. With all of that in mind, I have generally avoided a virtual potty mouth.

Until today.

I've had it. No, excuse me. I've fucking had it.

For the last year we have tried to make a baby and I've slapped this ridiculous Pollyanna attitude on the whole thing and I'm not sure why. In the beginning I was a little surprised that it wasn't going as easily as it did with Eli (who was conceived on the second month; when I was 37; boy was I lucky) but didn't get too down, aside from the to-be-expected pouting and disappointment. Then when more than a few months had gone by I complained, but only infrequently. And as it became clearer that things might not go our way immediately, or even ever, I still tried to put a bright shiny spin on the whole damn situation, telling people "We're very open to adoption" and "I realized recently that it's very exciting not to know where the next member of your family is going to come from" and "No, I really don't mind talking about it." More recently, my sound bytes have been along the lines of "We're open to all possibilities" and "I'm so lucky to have Eli,"* but the general idea is the same: "Yes, I know we're in this unenviable situation but look how gracefully I'm handling it! Surely you envy that, don't you?"

While painting on this happy face, I also dutifully request book after book after book from the library, devouring them as if the very process will alter the fibers of my being that so desperately want another biological child. I finish each one feeling more educated about our options, but still not really wanting them. I also scour the web for information on even more possibilities, again hoping that just the accumulation of a virtual mountain of information will change how I feel in my heart.

Simultaneously, we spend every cycle giving it our best shot. I chart my temperatures in a somewhat obsessive way (that's the researcher in me, insisting on complete data sets). After the thermometer beeps its shrill little beep I leap out of bed and eagerly log the daily nugget of information into Fertility Friend, as though each reading above the cover line is money in the bank - what bank, I'm not quite sure. Maybe some bank that sells healthy biological offspring for 98.6 cents. And I pee on my ovulation predictor paraphernalia so often that if I tell Eli I have to go, he responds with "On a stick!" And David and I faithfully do that baby dance until we just. can't. do. it. again. And every month we get nothing.

Excuse me: Fucking nothing. Also affectionately known as Jack Shit.

I'm tired of being positive about this. I'm tired of being emotionally removed from it. I'm tired of being reasonable. I'm tired of being optimistic. I'm tired of being a pillar of strength. Mostly I'm just tired.

A few days ago my temperature took a nose dive and I thought to myself, Great. This one's done and it's only a 22 day cycle. Of course I did the obligatory googling about implantation dips and was able to convince myself that it might be so. And then when, the next day, my temperature did shoot back up like a beautiful rocket full of pointless dreams, I thought This could be it! I kept my enthusiasm in check - after the 7-7-7 debacle I knew better. But I did hope, quietly and just a little. But it should have come as no surprise that this morning my temperature had sunk even lower than that first dip. And I've begun to feel that old familiar feeling, and Aunt Flo, that old biddy, she's on her way. And once again the dream has died.

And I'm so fucking over this.

*By the way, I don't think it needs to be said and yet, somehow, it must be said: I know how lucky I am to have this kid. I know how lucky I am to have conceived him so easily. I know how lucky I am to have conceived him at all. I know how lucky I am to have a healthy child. I know how lucky I am to have a child. My bitching and moaning should not take away from that at all. But focusing only on that is what leads me down that Pollyanna path and I've begun to realize that that's not healthy for me because it doesn't acknowledge all of what I'm feeling. Sometimes I need to bitch and moan because even though my entire heart is full of love for my one and only, I'm greedy, and I want more.

4 comments:

Arizaphale said...

Only just scrolled back down to see this and glad I did. Good for you!!!! You tell em. get it out there. It IS frustrating and it IS disappointing and there's nothing that makes conception less likely than an incredibly desperate desire for it, especially an unspoken one. BE angry! You jolly well ought to be!!!! I would :-D
On the potty mouth side....I used to be a colourful and creative foulmouth in my youth but had to pull it in when I started teaching. Now I tell the kids, I'm not allowed to swear so neither are you. Mind you, with a skinful of white wine in a relaxed setting I slip very easily back into the bohemian language of my yesteryear and when I drop something on my toe it is the first thing that pops out! I still, however, have not managed to write it without ****** visual bleeps. Well done you, I say. And you have a legitimate reason!!!!!!!!! This month, forget about babies. Spend a bit of time swearing at the universe. Don't go near your husband....no...I saw that....and throw that f*****g thermometer away! :-D Sending support your way.......

Merrily Rolling said...

Thank you for the support. :)

It's funny that you said to get rid of that thermometer, because that's just what I did. (for the month, anyway.) I needed a break, so I'm giving myself one. It feels good.

Melissa said...

I've just subscribed to your blog, after that beautiful Thursday's Theme shot. I'm amazed by this post...your honesty overwhelms me. :)

We haven't started trying yet, but I admit I am extremely fearful that we'll have a difficult time conceiving.

Thanks for sharing your heart with such intensity!

Merrily Rolling said...

Melissa, I hope you have nothing but success when you start trying. Most people do. Just remember that.

Thank you for coming by and for commenting!