I haven’t written in so long. I couldn’t. I made the decision to stop trying for another baby. It was consuming me and our family. I was very close to having a nervous breakdown. Sometimes I think I had one but just kept going because there was nothing else I could do. I still feel it as a tragic loss in my life, my son’s kids won’t have cousins from our side of the family, they won’t have aunts or uncles. I really don’t give a crap if I sound selfish and if I should be grateful for the one I have. Of course I am grateful. I love every breath of him. My love for him always made me want more. My love for being a mother. It saved me. I finally felt right.
I had a brief flirtation with a herbalist a few months ago.
I bumped into an old friend, we chatted, she asked my why I only had one child, (I know, right???), anyway – I gave her my standard answer, ‘I would have loved more, it just didn’t work out.’ It’s taken me a while to get to that standard answer, I used to give the, ‘ah sure, you never know’ or ‘God willing’ or if I knew someone well, the totally fly off the handle, how dare you judge me, why are you asking me about my fertility…blah blah answer. Anyway – the old friend pushed, (BTW she was very pregnant with her 3rd child.) She told me that her 3 hadn’t just come along. She recommend the herbalist, I went to see her. She was a smart lady, I liked her, we talked a lot. She sent me some potions, I took them but with no real conviction. DH working away this month, maybe I’ll start taking them with conviction at start of next cycle. Maybe not. I’m not convinced though…not convinced that I’m mentally strong enough to face down the ‘hope’ road again. He was home briefly in or around the ‘right’ time. I’m already thinking, maybe…..I wish I wasn’t.