Almost five weeks post-ectopic diagnosis and I had to fight the urge to test. I know I cannot be and, more importantly, SHOULD NOT be (and then realistically: was not) pregnant, but it’s pure instinct now. Cycle Day 30?! TEST. TEST. TEST!!! I feel so lost without my half-year hobby. You can take the girl out of TTC but you can’t take TTC out of the girl! (or something like that). Now that it’s the month of All Hallow’s Eve, I can pretend to be distracted by scary movies and spiced cider (I personally recommend heating apple cider with cinnamon sticks and then mixing in caramel swirl vodka – DE.LISH!) I have to face the fact that all the glitter pumpkins and orange and purple lights around my apartment can’t distract me from my continual countdown: SEVEN more weeks. Not so bad, but zero more weeks is my preferred amount. I’m aware that I’ve been horrible about keeping up with this blog – it’s so hard when all your spare time is spent devoted to re-reading every possible thread about if you really have to wait three months before TTC again (you do). Also, what’s a TTC blog sans TTConceiver?
I suppose I do have one other thing on my mind: WITCHCRAFT. Nope, that came off crazier than I intended. It’s really just a party trick plus a psychic reading that is making me severely over think life (I shouldn’t be allowed to do things like this), but I was attempting to stick with the Halloween theme a bit. There is no way to phrase this to make it sound magical: a ring on a string told me how many kids I’m going to have and what their genders will be.
Mhm. Read it again if you’d like.
My coworker told me about this little trick pre-ectopic (I really need to stop determining time that way) and at the moment it felt like I had nothing to lose and everything to gain! My husband groaned when I told him I would be partaking in this activity, “Do you REALLY need something else to think about?” You mean besides our future children?! Even my coworker refused to ‘run the test’ until I repeatedly lied to her face and promised that I would not read too much into it (aaand here we are..). It’s simple really. You loop a gold ring through a string and hold it over the flat of your hand, like so:
(Note: apparently you need to find a ring that’s pure gold and doesn’t have diamonds because it “might interfere with your baby gender energy” or something like that, but this is all I have!)
Once the ring is stationary, it will start to move either in a circular motion, or side to side like a pendulum. Circular = girl. Pendulum = boy. After I crossed my fingers behind my back and swore for the final time I am fully aware this “doesn’t mean anything” I got to view my future! When she first held the string-ring (or, ring-string?) over my hand, it slowly started swirling and then picked up such momentum that my first child was deemed to be a “strong girl”. Not in a stubborn kind of way (well, let’s be honest…) but in a you’re-definitely-having-a-girl-first kind of way. Okay, play it cool, don’t act like you’re not insanely excited but OMG the hubs DID recently say he wanted to be a Dad to a little girl! After that decision was clear, she ‘cleaned’ the line. (You have to run your hand down the string to make it still again before getting the next result.) This was the moment of truth. One baby right now sounds amazing, but isn’t exactly what we have planned for our family. The ring began to move again, this time sashaying side to side. A boy! A boy! A girl and then a boy just like we’ve always wanted! We did it, all our dreams are coming true! Stilled the string. Then…a second pendulum swing. …another boy? How’d he sneak in there?! It appears that, according to our current (because OH do I know how plans can change!) family goals, we will end up with a third little surprise!
This is ludicrous, right? And yet, after four separate run-throughs, my results remained the same. Have I double checked this with my husband? Of course not! I don’t want to destroy this fantasy! Not to mention, I’m trying to avoid the potential awkward moment when the ring-string tells us that he’s going to have four kids and we have to get into an argument about the “other woman” who doesn’t exist. The results of my other coworkers made me a bit more wary (that’s right, not the whole fact of it simply being a ring on a string though…that’s totally legit) – one who doesn’t want children will have two, one that wants many will have one. Sure, I know that anything could happen and what we plan for usually isn’t what we get, but it still made me question this super reliable test.
Clinging onto this absurd seed of hope, I began to worry for that first girl of mine. Was that my embryo that we lost last month? My coworker, without knowing any of my background (or did the ring tell her that somehow too?!) told me a story about her sister-in-law who had a miscarriage. Apparently, the ring swung and then stopped abruptly – that represented her loss. My Little Sac was never going to have a gender, so it wouldn’t have shown up on the string, and therefore I did not lose out on my future baby girl – or so I keep telling myself. What is probably even more likely is that this is simply a ring on a string and not indicative of my future. Somehow, that thought doesn’t keep me from pondering about the three babies I’m supposed to have. Surely that means a BFP soon cause I’m not getting any younger over here!
In a second instance of desperation (I do NOT like the unknown), I may have downloaded an app where your first text to a psychic is free….yes, for all of you cringing at what you know I’m about to say next – I asked when I’m going to be pregnant. If they’re right – you should all expect to hear some good news from me “early next year”! When I first received that response, I began calculating the time and thinking…months 11 and 12 are still early of next year..we could still make it! Well, they used to be. My months are all out of whack with the ectopic and Three Month Wait – what do I count? Do I start back at Month 7? Is it a new Month 1? OH PLEASE NO.
Now I can’t help but appreciate the fact that I won’t be able to conceive until the end of November or December of this year anyway – which could result in finding out I’m pregnant in early 2018. Would you look at that – the psychic could be right after all! Is now a good time for me to bring up that I went to a palm reader in college and was told that I’m going to have two children in my late twenties? DID YOU HEAR THAT UTERUS?! I’d say we’re pretty behind schedule then!
These are the things I’m stuck thinking about as I’m trying to be hopeful for the upcoming months. Three (or two? who’s right?!) babies – must be getting pregnant soon! Early next year?! That’ll be here before I know it! Simple, unrealistic thoughts in an attempt to bat away the terrifying, “What if all of this was just the beginning? What if I have even more months ahead of me?” Who knew the peeing-on-a-stick days were going to be some of my more sane moments…