I have now had a fourth friend tell me that they have dreamed I was having a baby. Sometimes it’s a girl, sometimes a boy – and twice TWICE it was twins!
Yes I have had my third insemination, but I am waiting till Monday the 23rd for the results so I don’t know if I am. I don’t feel pregnant. I feel paranoid – as per usual. Every time I move a weird way or breath heavy or lean my stomach against my counter to brush my teeth or put on makeup I jump back realizing I could be squishing Koko if he/she is in there. Plus I feel like a butter knife is ripping apart my ovaries which I’m pretty sure means I am NOT pregnant.
But am I pregnant? I don’t know, and I won’t know for a week. I want to be – obviously, so badly. But I refuse to be upset if I’m not. I can’t control my body; it’s in God’s hands now. I am becoming more patient the longer this takes.
If I’m not pregnant, I found out last week I need to have surgery again. I have had three surgeries to remove a pilonidal cyst and my dermatologist confirmed its back. If I’m not pregnant I must have it removed. I will not however have the work done at Scarborough General Hospital again, not that they aren’t great, they are, but my anxiety surrounding the hospital since my dad passed hasn’t dissipated so I will have the surgery done at Toronto East, which I hear is also a great hospital.
If I am pregnant, I will need to do the surgery sometime after the baby is born, which is ridiculous because I can’t take care of a newborn, a dog all while lying on my side, taking pain meds (which I would have to wait till after I am done breastfeeding because T3’s aren’t to be taken while nursing). All as a single mother.
I do not regret my decision to become an SMC (single mom by choice) at all, I have thought it out, the pros and cons and I still believe in my choice. I know I can do this. This surgery (or possible surgery) may just be a setback, that’s all. I will somehow take care of Koko and Simba and myself and we’ll get through it together.
P.S. I hate the needle they give you to knock you out for surgery, it burns my wrist for three seconds and for three seconds I feel like Bella in Twilight where I’ve been bitten by a vampire and I’m making the “change” but I wake up, still me, still human, with no Edward…boooo