I have another colleague in my office who I just learned is pregnant. As we were chatting around the lunch table about all the babies that our office has experienced over the last couple of years (five births since 2008, with two more on the way in Fall), she had the audacity to say "must be something in the water". Sure, I get that it was intended as a joke, but you and I both know that it's clearly not that easy. And so without making too big of a scene, I said so.
I realize that pregnancies might come really easily for some, and they might even feel like it's okay to joke about it. But for me, pregnancy is a beautiful and delicate thing that could come and go so quickly. It's a special and sacred time--one that is full of wonder and awe, and yet also has a bit of worry and fear attached to it. Perhaps I would feel different if it were as easy for us as drinking the office water, but our history has shaped us.
I have a good news-bad news sort of update on our attempts at "hoping to conceive" a sibling for Ella. The good news is that my cycle showed up at 36 days, so shorter than the previous month. But the bad news (if you can really call it that) is that it did indeed show up, despite some pretty well-timed anniversary celebrations. I'm a little sad, but ultimately, I'm pleased that my cycle is becoming more "regular", so that's what I'm going to focus on.
Today's blessing was the chance to snuggle with Ella a bit as she went down for her nap. The poor girl played hard all morning, and then started falling asleep in her high chair during lunch, with her little head bobbing everywhere. She will often fight going down for a nap, but this time, she was all cuddles as I lay her down. She's turning into such a sweet girl.