I had a pregnancy scare last month, and when I say scare I don't mean that it was accepted that I might be preggo. It was absolutely terrifying. I wasn't on the pill at the time, and that led to the potential of being pregnant. Not good. It was excruciating to wait for AF, and I ended up using 5 tests just so I could see the blessed "negative" come up. Negative. For me one of the best things in the world.
Because you see, I have a kid, and I really don't want more. In this day of 3 being the new 2, the thought of having more than one is almost abominable to me. First of all, this one is a handful. She's been a handful since the day she was born, and I really don't see that changing as she grows up. Second of all, I really DID NOT like pregnancy. I know of women who absolutely loved being pregnant and enjoyed every minute of it, even the morning sickness, because they were carrying new life inside them. Well, I appreciated the fact that I was carrying new life, but not enough to enjoy the barfing, the joint pain, the constant contractions from week 36 until week 41. It was just awful for me, and the only part I enjoyed was the epidural.
Everyone says that if I were to have another one everything could be different. The pregnancy itself, the temperament of the child, all of that. I am not willing to take that chance. I'm happy with my one, I don't honestly feel guilty that she'll never enjoy a sibling, and I also can't imagine growing my heart 2 sizes to include more than one. I'm a selfish person from the get go.
So thank heavens for daily meds reminding me to take my Pill. Even though I don't trust it. Maybe I should stock up on more tests after all. Gotta love "negative."