The Shock Felt 'Round the World
Okay, maybe not around the world, but in OUR world.
I found out the day after I registered for school.
If I can be honest, I wasn't very happy. There I said it. I know that is almost a sin in my Mormon culture. I hope nobody judges me too harshly. And after my 1st miscarriage, I promised I would welcome any baby that was placed in our home. But this was hard!!
I feel guilty for feeling this way. Almost everyone who has found out has said, "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!" They are so excited. I feel I must meet their excitement, but I fall short. Then we are left with that brief awkward silence. Then I feel the need to explain:
"You see, my last baby almost did me in, mentally. I had a rough time after Becca. With 5, I feel stretched to my max, and the thought of adding another to the chaos is just plain overwhelming. I was ready to move on to the next stage of life. I had just signed up for school. Now what am I supposed to do?"
The answer? Just have a baby. You'll be fine. It will all work out.
The problem? I know all this. It's just that I don't want to accept it yet. I know eventually I will. But right now I'm grieving "my plan." I will embrace "His plan."
I just need time.
I just need time.

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