Pregnancy was like a scary mystery to me
But, I mean, most of my girlfriends were avoiding pregnancy too. Condoms, birth control, pull out, rhythm method, Plan B, moon cycle, whatever it was, they were likely using something. And I stupidly assumed, incorrectly, for way too long, that you could get pregnant any time of the month. I just don't remember that lesson in health class about a woman's ovulation calendar (or, let's be honest, I probably wasn’t listening). The only things I remember were about getting your period, AIDS, and what tampons were (insert teen boys' stifling laughter).
So now here I was, married in my 30s and getting into the "baby game," when I find out, wait, you can only get pregnant a few days out of the month? Well ain't that some shit. My husband is a few years older than me and I have a Jewish Jersey mother who's been passively guilting me for grandchildren since the moment we said "I do," so the time felt as right as it would ever be. I guess. Fuck, I'm still not sure. Some days I'm like baby crazy and gimme gimme a tiny little combination of my husband and me; and then other days I still want to go see DJs I'm clearly too old for, stay up all night on E, and sleep in and have my biggest dilemma be where we're going for brunch the next morning.