Eating my words
After going through my old blog posts for that last post, I decided to go even further back. This is something I wrote back in September, 2000 on a message board about parenting. This was just before Chris and I got married – we knew that we would probably want kids, but not for a few years:
“Chris and I had this discussion recently. We both want children, but neither of us can justify fertility treatments if that was an issue. We’d both rather adopt.
. . .
When we decide to try to have kids, I think I’ll go off the pill and give it a couple of years. I don’t want to be one of those women taking a fertility test and then demanding we have sex right then and there if conditions turn out right to try to get pregnant. I mean, its a good excuse to get some, but I’d rather not need an excuse.”
Ah, how certain I sounded back then. And how very, very wrong. I started charting my temperature the first month we started trying, and started having some testing done 6 months after I started.
It really gives me pause, and reminds me that I cannot be certain of how I’d react in a situation until I’ve actually faced it. That’s worth keeping in mind.