Monday, February 26, 2007

Walking on a thin, pink line

Pregnancy tests had to be invented by a man. If I’m wrong, sue me. But no woman I have ever met could take something as emotional as a pregnancy test and sum it up so simply with parallel shapes: two lines = pregnant; one line = not pregnant. I have taken my share of these tests over the last five years but have not come in contact with two lines since the results of Drew were manifest. That single line has wreaked havoc on my psyche for some time now, and I’m not interested in any more abuse.

At first, the single line represented something temporary to me. Something that maybe wasn’t happening now, but would surely come about after several solid months. When that didn’t happen I was introduced to regular doses of disappointment and frustration, so I decided to experiment with some basic fertility drugs. Two months went by with no success so my doctor ordered an ultrasound at month #3 to see if the drugs were working. I met him in his office for the results. I felt like a schoolgirl waiting for the principal to deliver a consequence for bad behavior. He put on his glasses, picked up the papers to dissect their contents, furrowed his brow and squinted, and after a definitive “Hmm” my 5’ 2” Jewish OBGYN pitched my results back down on the desk, removed his glasses and declared, “Looks like you have a nice juicy follicle. I say you go home and have intercourse!”

Not even kidding.

The drugs never worked and yes, I could have gone on to subject myself to more medications, more procedures, and inevitable surgeries to find out where my body was broken. But I looked at the two great kids I already had and declined. I currently find myself in a situation where so much time has passed that a pregnancy result bearing only one pink line is met with relief instead of disappointment. Relief because I don’t have to gain fifty pounds. Relief because I will not have to exchange my current lot of six hours a day alone for increments of five minutes. Relief because I will continue to enjoy a solid night’s sleep. Relief because I won’t have to endure that two years of post-partum depression (not an exaggeration for me).

But the relief comes at a price.

I also don’t get to smell the head of my own freshly bathed baby. I don’t get to experience that kind of celebratory hug from Cory again. I don’t get to enjoy the reaction from family or share another cousin with a sibling. I don’t get to watch my friend Ganelle relish in the validation it would give her to hear me agonize over the day to day struggles of fresh parenthood. I don’t get to see the reaction from my friend Michelle, who said she would cry if I ever delivered such news.

All of the above went through my head over the weekend as I experienced yet another single pink line. The cycle of abuse continues, and I continue to search for the pregnancy test that tells it like it really is.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

All I know to say is that I get it. The quirks of parenthood all have a cost, both good and bad. As I approach this adoption, my stomach turns a little, both with fear and excitement. I don't think I have had a solid night's sleep in months. That said I am glad that we get to do it again, but man there is joy in the two that do everything on their own.
Ginger

Paige said...

I'm sorry. It's a bittersweet sadness.

Anonymous said...

This is one of your best blogs yet.

Rachel (Niece)

Kerri said...

I cried reading this one because you know I can relate. I'm blessed with just one, but she is the best there is. It has been a big relief to stop all the fertility stuff and know that I'm an old lady now and it would be a freak of nature to get pregnant. Still, there is always that hole in your heart, that thought that your body betrayed you, wishing you could experience it all again. There aren't any words to comfort or change what you're feeling, but there are those of us who can understand and support you through it.
Hugs,
Kerri

Lisa said...

I'm a friend of Paige's and really enjoy your blog. I too can totally relate to what you've said and went through the same thing for 6 years. And then finally got pregnant and had TWINS!!

Carly said...

I didn't even know you were trying! Are you trying? I guess repeatedly looking at pregnancy tests doesn't necessarily mean you're "trying" but that was a very precious and hilarious blog.