When I was younger I always had this idea that getting pregnant was really easy. Wasn't that why I had to sit through so many sex ed classes? I lost my virginity at 16 and I was always super careful because I was sure that one little slip up would get me "knocked up". Now I'm 24 years old, happily married, and ready to make a Baby Bee. Unfortunately, now I'm also realizing it's not quite as simple as having a "night of passion".
F and I have been using the method of "not trying, not not trying" since about February. I swore I'd be pregnant by now...I'm not. In the mean time, people on my Facebook are popping up left and right announcing their pregnancies. Albeit, some of them have been trying for quite some time but there are plenty who just happened to get pregnant, including some who aren't even married and just forgot to use protection. While I'm happy for every momma-to-be that I know, I can't help but feel jealous too. When is it going to be my turn?
Every month I try not to think about it and just go with the flow, but I can feel that little part of me deep down really hoping hard that something will happen. Then Aunt Flow shows up and the disappointment that I try to avoid creeps in anyways. People tell me I'm young and I have time and that it will happen, and I know they're right, but I can't help but still get frustrated when my attempts fail month after month. Statistics say that, if a couple tries, they'll be pregnant within their first year. We're over halfway to the first year so where is Baby Bee? I never realized how truly challenging getting pregnant really is. I'm more than ready for my turn.