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When the Hubby and I decided to ditch the goalie we were going for a “throw caution to the wind” type of scenario.  We just figured we would wait and see and trust the timing of it. But the clock has slowly kept ticking and here we are, one year later and no closer to having a baby.

Apparently there is something kind of big about the one year mark.  It means something, it is a sign. It means there is more depth to the question asked by every family member “When are you going to have a baby?”

So we start wondering, why isn’t it happening?

I’ve been ignoring the reminder in my email saying I need to schedule another doctors appointment.  I know the doc is going to ask questions and we are going to have to have these conversations.  I just didn’t want to turn it all into a “thing.”  You know, I just wanted to not have all this “stuff” involved with getting pregnant.  I just wanted to have too much wine one night, have kick ass sex, and a few weeks later say “so honey, you know that one night with the bottle of Syrah I always drink too much of?….”  You know, what normal people do because if a 16-year-old can accidentally do it, why can’t I?

But then you go to Google.  Oh, Google.  There you can find plenty of people who will inform you that you are clearly broken if you have hit the year mark.  This is where I recommend you don’t Google anymore.  Instead I broke down today and made the appointment.  The doc is booked for regular appointments until December so I feel like I bought myself some time.

As a couple we haven’t had this talk yet. What happens if it we don’t get pregnant? What happens if there is more involved with this than what we thought? What if nature just doesn’t take its course?  For all I know there could be nothing wrong and it will happen when it will. Still, the Husband seemed uneasy when I said I booked an appointment.

I’m not freaking out yet but for the first time I’m putting the questions out there and feeling like we now need to put some effort into this. It’s a whole new category.