[subtitle: We Wish You Ovary Christmas and a Fertile New Year!]
At Christmas (a long-ago dream…), my brother and sister-in-law drove up from New Jersey (Joisey) to be with us. My SIL is 5 months pregnant. It was fun to be thinking of adding a new member to the extended family, and I was indeed heavily pregnant six years ago at Christmas, as J was born a few weeks after.
Bro and SIL also took this opportunity to “relieve” us of a lot of J’s baby accoutrements. I was feeling generous and happy for them, Lady Bountiful and all that. But after all the stuff was physically passed on, I was suddenly, unexpectedly grabbed by the throat with nostalgia for J’s babyhood…and…? Passing on the baby bumpers, the little bathtub, all the toys, the Pump-in-Style Lady Executive breast pump (yikes), etc., made wonder if I was saying goodbye to that part of my life forever, or is there yet the possibility of a little one in our house again? A kind of quantum emotion thing going on, where I think it’s entirely possible to be totally happy for them but also maybe a little sad for my husband and myself at the same time.
Anyway, before anyone gets on my case thinking, well, she already has a kid, at least she got to USE the baby bumpers and the bovine breast pump and get all sentimental about it in the first place, so what’s she whining about? etc., etc., let me preview my next post: SECONDARY FERTILITY/INFERTILITY.
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