You know — the TTC (Trying To Conceive) train is a rough one to ride. Even if you don’t have any solidly diagnosed issues, just a few months of the hope and failures can wear on your soul. MrZ and I have had that “hope” for years now. After we finally had NikkiZ after actively trying for a couple of years, we opted to not use birth control, but also not try every month. I needed a little of an emotional break but we didn’t want to block any chances we might have. We got pregnant one month, miscarried, got pregnant a few months later, and here we are. 8 weeks from bringing in AndyZ to our krazee little family.

After he gets here, we are going to actively use birth control for the first time in five years. We are coming out and saying, “Under no circumstances do we want another child for a few years.”

God - it feels so WEIRD to say that. But - we are at that point where if we have no more kids - we’ll be okay with that. So, we’re taking a break. We’re going to wait until 2011 to consider having more. That’s when NikkiZ will start Kindergarten (Free School!) and it will give me two solid years of having my body back. It’s tough to never be able to look into your own future and plan 100% because there’s always that chance/hope that I might be pregnant. Even the entire time I was training for the marathon, there was a part of me thinking it’s okay to miss this mid-week run because I’ll probably be pregnant next month and will have to stop training. This decision of ours will give me until 2011 to plan all of the drinking and extreme sports I want because we will not be hoping to be pregnant. We’ll actually be going about life assuming we won’t be. Very weird.

I think I’ll actually be a little depressed for awhile. The hope to be pregnant has defined my state of mind for so long, I think it will be a little sad to lose that. I’ll have to get in touch with the me who doesn’t want to be pregnant again. It’s been awhile since I’ve hung out with her and I don’t remember if she’s cool or not. I remember she drinks a lot, that’s a plus! And sometimes she actually goes out to concerts in smoky dank clubs and dances her ass off. I’m not sure how much of that stuff I’ll be doing with two kids under 5, but it will be interesting knowing I could do it if I wanted to.

Have you made that transition? What was that like for you? How much sushi did you eat to celebrate? Did you face any extreme depression or anxiety over not having a medicine cabinet stocked full of Home Pregnancy Tests? Or did you find yourself taking them every month just because old habits die hard? I’m betting that’s what I’ll be doing.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Lily Allen the last several days since the media got wind of her miscarriage. Whenever I hear or read about a woman having a miscarriage, I feel this incredible need to reach out. With Ms. Allen, I can’t really do that. No without appearing like a stalker. But I have reached out to other before, even if I don’t know them. I’ve often tried to put those thoughts online…for any others who have just suffered from a miscarriage.

But - the odd thing is - I keep wanting to add the phrase for the first time on the end of that. That’s my fatal flaw and why I don’t reach out as my instincts tell me to. It often sounds like I assume everyone will have more than one. That’s when I realized that there is a difference between first and only. The things I would tell myself after that first miscarriage, are because I suffered many more. But - if I hadn’t suffered any more, maybe those things would not relate? I’m jaded, I guess. Jaded. I just keep coming back to that word. JADED.

I guess through my pregnancy losses, I’ve come up with a set of things that people might tell me that don’t help in the slightest. And my first thought when I hear someone has suffered the same loss, is to call them and say, “These are the things people will tell you. Please ignore them. They won’t make you feel any better.” But then I hear that word again: JADED. If you only have one miscarriage, those words of comfort probably help. The person who says, “It happens for a reason…” probably soothes you in some way. For me? I just want to scream: NO IT DOESN’T. Physically - there may have been a cause to my miscarriage - but that does not give it reason. To me - the spontaneous aborter - there’s a difference.

Hearing someone say, “There’s always next time,” makes me cringe because “next time” simply means another pregnancy loss. “Next time” doesn’t guarantee me a child. But maybe the woman who only has one miscarriage, maybe “next time” will give her a baby. As will her next time. And her next. So she will find that comforting.

In other words - maybe I’m the last person who should reach out to someone who has suffered their first/only miscarriage. Maybe I will take away their hope. Maybe I will undo the good their friends and family have done. Maybe those placating statements gave them peace, and my tortured past comes and disrupts that. Maybe I should put the phone down. Close the email. Just leave the first-timers to suffer with their support network and not disrupt that.

But there are things I say that I think do help. I do not minimize their loss. Not everyone fully understands the pain that comes with such a miscarriage. I do. Our society doesn’t have a proper way to mourn that type of loss. Not one that seems significant, anyway. I always pass along this link which is where I first heard of the Japanese mizuko. It was mentioned by a dearly missed blogger named Chez Miscarriage. I turn to that article with every loss of mine. Or, on the days I’m simply remembering. The days I’m thinking numbers. Counting the children I should have. Crying the tears from the pain passed. I turn to that article. Because, where I may be jaded in my responses to the best-intentioned supporters, I am still one who understands the loss. So - I still reach out and at least say to that woman, “I know.”

So, if I had Lily Allen’s email, I’d email her the link like I have so many other women. I pass it on more often than my phone number. It’s my way of saying, “Here. This helped me. May it help you too.” It’s much better than me telling them my history of more loss, or more pain. Because, if they’re lucky, this will be their ONLY miscarriage and not their FIRST.

And for those of you who had a FIRST? Feel free to be jaded with me.

Edited to Add: I re-read this entry this morning as I was testing something out with my author comments and I thought, “Geezus. That is the worst entry I’ve ever written.” I make it sound like one miscarriage is not a big deal. When, in reality? No loss has been as severe to me as that first, because I have come to expect them along the way. So - if you’ve “only had one” - please don’t let this entry make it sound like your loss is less. Your loss is great - to me - the first was the one that tore me up the most.

Also - to those of you who suffered stillbirths - I can not possibly understand that kind of loss. To me? There is a hug a difference. I couldn’t have held my losses in my arms - you could have, and probably did. I know that emptiness never fades, but I wish you peace with all of my heart.

After my June miscarriage, it seemed liked every blogger in the world was pregnant. Several on my blogroll popped up pregnant and several others that I heard about through the grapevine. I found myself struggling to read their new updates for fear they’d be pregnancy related and I just couldn’t cope with that. It’s a snotty approach, I guess, but it’s realistic. It’s hard to read about someone’s pregnancy when yours just ended.

Several blogfriends that I’ve made over the years are currently knee-deep in TTC. Suffering losses or failures at every turn. These women are my friends, and I feel pain for them because I know the drill. I think of them every time I consider writing a pregnancy related entry. I think they are why I don’t talk as much about this pregnancy as I have ones in the past. Are they worried when my feeds update that I’ll be talking about pregnancy like I was? Do my entries make them cry? I don’t want to be that blogger, but I also know that they understand. These women are brilliant like that. You know I only befriend the brilliant ones, right?

The fertility-challenged often face this dilemma and many women have written about it more eloquently than I. You make friends on the journey that will understand why you still cry on the date of your first miscarriage, even though it was 7 years and 4 pregnancies ago. They know the heartache that comes with a negative HPT. They know the frustration over non-doubling betas. It’s a bond that can get you through all of those sad times because you know others simply understand. But inevitably, and thankfully, women do get pregnant. Women do have babies. Even in the most infertile of circles. And then those friendships change.

I guess I want to let you all in the trenches know that you are still my sisters. The last few weeks have brought losses to several of the women I read the most. It’s hard to let them know I understand their pain without sounding trivial as I bitch about my nausea. But I do understand. Just like I understand that you may not be able to stop by my blog anymore. But remember, I still stop by yours. And I still long for your success and hope for your joy. And should the roles reverse someday, I know you’ll think the same.

So, for a few days before I had that stomach bug, and every day since that bug, I’ve been queasy. (I have an aversion to the word nauseous because I can never remember how to spell it.) I was trying to explain it to MrZ yesterday. First, I feel like I’m so hungry I’m going to puke. Then, I eat, and I feel like the food isn’t sitting well and I’m going to puke. It’s off and on, but mostly on, all day long.

Tonight it was really bad. I was just queasy. And then it hit me. Wait, I’m pregnant. Is this part of the pregnancy?

I had no morning sickness with NikkiZ, or with any of my failed pregnancies, but I was permanently queasy the first trimester with LilZ. I never puked, but I was always nauseous. It hit me tonight that maybe I’m feeling the same symptoms. BUT - that would have them starting at about 7 or 8 weeks. Has anyone else ever had morning sickness start around week 7 or 8? I mean, I guess I probably shouldn’t call it “morning sickness” since I don’t puke, but you get the point. What do you think? Should I relish in the pukey feeling because it may be a pregnancy symptom? Or should I get myself tested for Ebola?

The ultrasound showed the Zoot-bryo is still alive and kickin’ and possibly watching the latest episode of Ghost Whisperer on TiVo. It’s hard to tell.

Since this was a “normal” visit, the one where they treat me like I’m just your standard pregnant woman, I got asked the typical series of questions regarding my genetic history and my current drug use. The little sheet that I call the RED FLAG SHEET asks about all sorts of genetic cues, and then has the one question that is the only one I ever select “Yes” on: “History of pregnancy loss?” Yes. Thanks for asking.

They also asked me if I had any thoughts about whether I’ll go c-section or try a vaginal birth this time. The trendy term is VBAC meaning: Vaginal Birth after Cesarean. It’s all the rage, now, you know. Everyone is quite proud that the trends have proven that a woman can deliver vaginally successfully even after a cesarean. But you know what? No thank you.

For those of you who were here for NikkiZ’s birth, you’ll remember we were being induced when the sudden onset of fetal stress prompted a rushed/emergency c-section that had us delivering our miracle baby while shedding tears of fear in an operating room. We have no pictures or video of her birth because we had no time to grab the equipment.

We would rather avoid all of that, thank you. And just schedule the damn thing. I did the vaginal birth with LilZ, and it wasn’t that great. Not anything I feel incredibly desperate to revisit. And MrZ doesn’t feel like he’s at loss at all for possibly missing out on such an experience. The emergency c-section traumatized him as well. So if you ask us now? We’re totally c-section all the way. We may change our mind, but I doubt it. (Obligatory sidenote: Please do not tell me what I should choose or send me links to literature one way or another. I’m a wee emotional and will probably find it offensive. Thanks.)

And the fact that I can even discuss this in regards to a current pregnancy makes me smile with the light of a thousand suns.

Oh, and in case you’re wondering, we declined the bag and politely requested that they keep it. We’re feeling optimistic, but not naive.