It takes coming into contact with just one person to really make me feel very lucky and blessed to be pregnant. Throughout my whole pregnancy thus far, and in my life in general, I try to never think of the negative things that could happen. That could go wrong.
I just see no point in doing so because I will get myself worked up over something that isn’t true and most likely will not happen. Let’s just say that it’s so much safer for me (and my husband) to think about the good in my pregnancy and throughout our life!
Tarzan and I had a really busy day and when we got home tonight, we were exhausted and so hungry. He needed to catch up on some calls, so I volunteered to run out and pick up something for dinner. I went to the grocery store and picked up one of those rotisserie chickens, along with fruit salad and some coleslaw.
The girl that was helping me at the counter stared at my bump at one point without saying anything. I noticed it, but didn’t think anything about it at the time. After she finished getting me the food that I wanted, she said, “You are so lucky. I wish I was lucky.“
Huh? Obviously I had no idea what she was talking about, so I asked her what she meant.
She went on to tell me that she has Turner’s syndrome and that it will be very, very rare and most likely impossible for her to ever have kids naturally. This absolutely broke my heart and I had tears in my eyes. I just wanted to hug her because I felt so sad for her.
She said that adoption was in her future, or that hopefully she could save up money for in vitro. She said that her boyfriend is not currently working and that they are planning to get married, it just hadn’t happened yet. She said he was the love of her life and there’s nothing more that she wanted than to have kids with him.
It was heartbreaking to listen to. My heart went out to her, and at the same time I realized that I am truly blessed to be growing a healthy baby boy in my belly. It made me want to take back all the the times I had joked about being pregnant in the beginning. All the tears that I shed when I got my big, fat positive on the pee stick. All the worrying about if I would be a good mom.
All of that.
I listened to her talk about this syndrome and was amazed at how awesome her attitude was. After all, she made out “lucky” considering all of the other things that this syndrome could affect. What a strong person it takes to be able to carry those emotions and heartache around, all while seeing someone pregnant and being able to congratulate them on it.
When our conversation ended I wished her the very best and went on my way. As soon as I got in my car I cried. For her. For myself. For my baby. For all the happiness I feel about being pregnant. For all the dreams I have for my son. For the hope that one day she gets to experience what I’m going through.
And then, I said a prayer thanking God for blessing me with the incredible opportunity to be a mom to a little boy with the man that is the love of my life.
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Stay positive!!! I am convinced that a BIG part of how we ended up with such a happy baby is b/c I didn't worry about hardly anything during my pregnancy. I was sort of blissfully unaware of anything that could go wrong...all the way thru my 41 weeks of pregnancy and 39 hours of labor, didn't worry. My husband is super fortunate (can fall into a pile of garbage and come up smelling like roses kind of fortunate) and kept me positive all the time. Matilda is our happy little accident...I couldn't have planned it any better and she is an absolute joy to be around! Enjoy every minute!!
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