After Christmas I dreamed of conception. I don't remember the day exactly and I just dismissed it knowing I'd just feel foolish later if I told anyone and nothing came of it.
It was just a scene from Innerspace or a Discovery Channel special about an egg and splitting cells.
We had officially 'pulled the goalie' the month prior and this was my first natural cycle. I was diagnosed with endometriosis when I was only 16 and since then I spent years adjusting to idea I might never have kids. By 35 I had been on the pill more that half my life to help manage the disease and I pretty much convinced myself I was infertile.
I figured we had a long wait ahead of us if parenthood was even in the cards at all.
I was wrong, but my dream was right.
CORRECTION:
ReplyDeleteAs my sister Desha pointed out to me this weekend, I'm only 32.
Guess I haven't been paying close attention after 30 :P