That about sums it up. Update to my other thread, A Long and Ranty Treatise on Motherhood.
We were planning on having a child. I did not apply for a Ph.D. this summer because I decided I wanted to focus on motherhood instead.
When he first agreed to start trying for a baby, I sensed he was still anxious, so we sat down, and even though it would have killed me to hear the response, I said, ‘‘Honey, if you are having any doubts about this you need to tell me now. I can’t take getting all excited about this and then having you bail on the last minute. I need to know that you are going to back me 100%.’’
And he said that, while, he didn’t expect to have a child until after he finished his Ph.D., he really did want a child and was behind me 100%. We talked about ways to make it easier for him. I took on more responsibilities, was in charge of a lot of baby logistics stuff like budgeting and insurance. He’s been a leader to me in so many ways, I figured it was time for me to step up and show leadership. Because I wanted this more than anything, have wanted it for years, and I was willing to show him the depth of my commitment.
So for two months, it’s been about the baby. The baby that we’re going to conceive hopefully by the end of this year. The baby I didn’t pursue a Ph.D. for, the baby I was going to be a SAHM for, the baby we have scrimped and saved and budgeted for and talked about every day for the last two months with what I presumed to be mutual enthusiasm. I’ve been on summer break so pretty much all of my free time has been devoted to baby-related planning.
He encouraged me to go to the doctor for a checkup so I scheduled that yesterday and started taking prenatal vitamins. And then when he came home he nearly threw up before he finally got up the nerve to tell me he is really not ready for this. He is just starting to get his bearings with his graduate school responsibilities but the foundation is a tentative one and it freaks him out. When he has a good day, the thought of a baby is exciting, but when he has a bad day, the thought of a baby is overwhelming.
I am, of course, crushed. What was supposed to start happening next month is now probably not going to happen for 2-4 years. I am nothing but grief. We were going to have a baby and now we are not. And I don’t understand why he told me he was okay with it when he wasn’t. I can deal with him not being ready – what I cannot deal with that he let me believe this was going to happen and then took it away at the last minute exactly as I begged him not to do. I love my husband more than anything but this isn’t just something I can just get over. It changes my conceptualization of who he is.
It’s even more complex than that – this whole experience was changing me, it has changed me. It has pushed me forward and away from the past and given me hope that I could let go of my painful childhood and redefined the way I looked at my whole life. It is the first time EVER that I have had a positive view of the future vs. one filled with anxiety and uncertainty. It’s like I finally figured out what I really wanted to do with my life. Now I don’t even know what I am going to do. I was ready to structure my entire life around this child and now I have to start over from scratch.
I should have known better, but I guess hindsight is 20-20. If you look at this narrative it is all about ME and how MY life will change and I was basically trying to make it affect him as little as possible. But the reality is you can’t bring a child into that kind of relationship. It’s only right if the story is about US and how it will change US and what WE will do to make it happen.
My husband and I will survive this. In the meantime, I hurt. He knows I hurt and he feels terrible about it. He’s pretty much willing to do anything I want right now (‘‘If you’ve been wanting a new kitten, this would be the time to ask.’’) But the reality is there is absolutely nothing I want more than a child. I honestly can’t think of a single thing that could take away the pain right now. I know eventually I’ll be able to see the silver lining – the extra disposable income, the extended time alone, the chance to gain some work experience and maybe settle into a home first – but right now, it just hurts.
Exactly two things have managed to make me feel good today.
- A picture of a banana slug, and associated slug conversation.
- The thought of eating junk food.
So I’m pretty much going to eat potato skins and buffalo wings and have a Bones (or X-Files, undecided… I’ve never watched either) marathon on Netflix instant watch. It’s pretty sad that the only apparent solution is to eat my feelings and bum around, but oh well. It’s not like I have anything better to do.