The biological alarm clock is LOUD!
It’s a funny thing but when the biological alarm clock goes off, there seems to be no way to silence it. I spent a great deal of my twenties not thinking about having children. I mean, I vaguely knew that it would be lovely when we did, but it was more just thoughts than anything else.
I can still remember the morning I woke up and thought: ‘I’d really like us to have a baby.’
And that thought became little short of an obsession for the two years it took us to conceive our first child.
Obsessions are EXHAUSTING. Mainly because they are the centre of your world. Virtually everything I did went back to the thought; ‘I wonder if this will help me get pregnant?’
Which made me a very boring person to be around. But if you’re in the throes of trying for a baby you’ll know exactly what I mean.
I read every book about conceiving I could get my hands on. And there are LOADS of them out there.
I soaked up all the advice about having pre-natal vitamins and a healthy diet. I tracked my cycle with a zeal of religious convert and followed the ‘good advice guide to having sex and falling pregnant’ carefully.
And nothing happened.
The 2 week wait became the 14 longest days in history. Over and over again. Seriously how is it possible that those days can move so slowly? I spent a fortune on ovulation sticks and pregnancy tests.
It wasn’t until I went to my GP and got help that we were successful.
Hysteria is not the word to describe my reaction when those two magic lines came up. And you’d have thought that once I’d achieved my obsessive quest to get pregnant I’d have relaxed a bit wouldn’t you?
Nope. Then I started worrying about the pregnancy itself.
Welcome to motherhood!
Did you get obsessive when trying to conceive?