Momlike Tendencies…

This week is the beginning of my fifth month as a mother.

And I still struggle with saying phrases like, “my son”, or “when I was pregnant” because I so often forget that it actually happened.  For the past nine years, I’ve been consumed with the unfulfilled desire for parenthood, and fighting through the emotional and physical turmoil that accompanied it.

I am one of the 1in8 who battles infertility.

This time last year, after finally getting pregnant after in-vitro fertilization, I found myself deep in the throes of antepartum depression and anxiety.  Never heard of that? Don’t worry, I hadn’t either until it overtook me.  This form of depression, one that occurs during and not after pregnancy, is even lesser discussed than postpartum, which itself is only recently getting the real attention it deserves.

There are many reasons people struggle with APD, but for me, it was the extreme pressure I felt as a public figure in the infertility blogging world.  I had a number of people who’d been on this journey with me and my family for so very long, and I just didn’t want to say or do anything to hurt those who were still in the fight.  I was also extremely terrified that something was bound to go wrong.

Infertility treatment is chock full of buildups and letdowns. New things that are supposed to help, only turning out to hinder, or new doctors who have great words to get you into their offices, but then turn out to treat you like a number.  Positive results followed by devastating blows.  It’s exhausting, and infuriating, and terrifying.

I didn’t want to do or say ANYTHING that would ruin this moment that I’d worked so hard to achieve.  So instead of reaching out, I retreated to a very quiet corner of my world and put my head down.  Not even really announcing that we were pregnant until about the the 21st week.

Anywhoo, as I was in my own little corner in my own little chair (shameless Cinderella reference), I was also taking note of the many things that I did find a way to enjoy about becoming a mother.  I was also slowly learning that coming from the infertility world, my thoughts on many things differed slightly from those who had achieved pregnancy and parenting unassisted.  So I’m a mom in theory, but I’ve accepted that I’m not going to always feel like I fit in with “typical” moms, and that’s okay.

I’m working to carve out my own little branch of this motherhood thing, and I’m inviting you along as I figure it out.




This Swaddle Thing Is Mad Real.

This Swaddle Thing Is Mad Real, Yo.

swaddledYou see that face?

You see that rested punim?

That is after a specific trip to Babies R Us to get this swaddle because the Spouse and I yearned to sleep for a change.  I now firmly believe in it.

We tried a couple different swaddle sacks.  This one, had us fooled.  But the very feature that led us to buy it, snaps that let you change it to an open-legged swaddle, was its downfall. The Babe quickly figured out how to get his hands out of there, and the party was over.


We soon learned that the idea of having the snaps was a great one, but not very functional for our long baby.

So, back to the Halo Sleep Sack it is.