Every day my birthday gets closer and with each passing day, the proverbial clock is ticking louder. I’ll be 37 in roughly two weeks and I’m starting to feel a bit panicky. I don’t feel old actually, which is part of the problem. I feel like I have all the time in the world to have children. That is, until I wake up in the morning to go to the gym and can barely pull myself out of bed. Is it just me, or do you need more sleep as you get older? If that’s the case, then I’m in trouble if I plan on taking care of someone other then myself and do it with both eyes open.

Which is why the CPA has started dropping not-so-subtle hints. I tease him that he just wants to “practice,” but I can’t ignore his suggestions for much longer. Whether I feel old or not, my time for having a minimally risk-free pregnancy is running out. So why am I so scared? Why not just bite the bullet and start giving it a go? Why can’t I just throw caution to the wind and have faith that whatever happens is supposed to be?
Because I’m a chicken, that’s why. Because unless I can research it, plan for it, and time it just right, then it won’t be right. That’s how I do most everything else in my life. For example, I feel like I have to know everything that I can in preparation to even get started. I have a stack of books sitting by my bed – at least seven – all about pregnancy and what to expect. Then there’s the whole scheduling thing – I don’t want to be fully pregnant (a.k.a. huge) during the summer. I hate summer months as it is and worry that it will be so hot and miserable I won’t leave the house. Scheduling also includes making sure the baby will eventually be in the right school year for his/her play group.
Of course If we’re talking about planning, we can’t forget the finance issue. While we’re fairly comfortable right now, with the state of the economy being what it is, there’s definitely a concern that our income will be enough. I also want to be as healthy as possible which includes taking prenatal vitamins and being on a regular exercise routine. And lastly, the old weight gaining issue rears its ugly head again. I’m only 10-12 pounds away from my lowest weight and I have this feeling that I won’t have an optimal pregnancy somehow if I don’t reach that goal first.
I know, I know. These are probably not the most rational reasons nor the most important. I know that they are insignificant in the grand scheme of things and really won’t matter, especially when the result is a healthy baby. They may even be a little selfish. So the questions are: why can’t I forget them? Why can’t I say, “Yes, let’s get started right now.” Why can’t I put aside the feeling that my life has to be perfect in order to have a baby?
And lastly: am I ever going to get the timing right?






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