I’d hoped to get pregnant again right away. Of course. After being tossed into the planning-limbo of early pregnancy, I found the place after a miscarriage to be even worse. It felt like negative planning land. I never wanted to be one of those women who obsess about pregnancy or who approach the whole process with a battle plan. I didn’t want to have to think about it. After a false start of sorts, I just wanted to get on with it already so my life could continue.
But it was hard to relax. My mind had been set on another path, I’d seen that this is in our future. Not being headed in that direction was frustrating. I didn’t want to plan my summer vacation. If I was pregnant I wouldn’t want to be at huge desert party. Renovate an apartment? Well, do we plan space for a baby or not??
My doctor had said relax. Go ahead and try right away, but don’t expect anything for the next few months.
But nothing was happening, and it was annoying us both.