My husband and I are in our mid-thirties and approaching that romantic place where we feel like if we’re going to have babies we should probably do it.
I’ve held out for a long time. Partially to spite our family because his parents are like, “do you not understand how sex works?” and my dad horrifies us by saying shit like, “your children are going to be retarded if you keep waiting.” And i’m like, please leave me and my womb alone!
But we’ve also held out because it’s never been the right time. Since we met in Italy and lived in Italy there was the whole, “we’re not even both citizens of the same country,” thing. Then there was the, “we just want to enjoy being married,” thing. Then we moved to the U.S. and there has been the “he’s been laid off twice because that’s what happens in engineering so we never have insurance for longer than ten minutes,” thing.
I’ve also held out because I’m super scared.
Top Fears In No Particular Order:
- That something will be wrong with the baby. This is where parents go, “it wouldn’t matter I’d love my baby no matter what.” Yeah, duh. But ALSO, it’s hard to think of my child growing up with more challenges than a kid already has. I know the “right” response is to pretend like it’s not something that even occurs to me, and that I’m supposed to say that it shouldn’t matter because love is love but also, having a deformed, disabled, or otherwise challenged child would be really, really hard. Yes, I’d still love my kid no matter what. Yes, I’d do my best to be the best mom ever for their specific challenges, and hope that they could still enjoy the highest possible quality of life, but regardless, it would be hard, and thinking about the nine million things that can potentially go wrong is scary.
- My kid will grow up to be an asshole. This would be largely my fault, I imagine, but still, I don’t want to be responsible for unleashing a total jackass onto the world at large. Has anyone seen, “We Need To Talk About Kevin.” Yeah, super scary.
- People will treat me differently when I’m pregnant or a mom. This stems from the fact that my usual reaction to pregnant women isn’t “you’re glowing,” but rather, “OH MY GOD THAT LOOKS PAINFUL! CAN I GET YOU SOMETHING?”
- My husband (who is amazing, truly) will not help 50% and I’ll be forced to stab him in the head with a fork.
- Something will go wrong with the pregnancy and/or childbirth and my life will suddenly become a lifetime drama where I’m dying on a table somewhere screaming, “JUST SAVE MY BABY!” then I turn to my husband, who is crying and hysterical, and say, “Just do the best you can and find a woman who will love both of you,” before I bleed out.
DEALING WITH INSURANCE AND FINDING AN OBGYN THAT WON’T KILL YOU
Fear number five is probably my biggest fear right now. Mostly due to my current situation: Finding an OBGYN and dealing with insurance. I’m not pregnant but I want to have all of my ducks in a row before we even consider backing away from our tried and true pullout method (note: For anyone under thirty reading this, I’m an idiot so don’t do anything I do in my life).
FUN INSURANCE FACTS I’VE RECENTLY LEARNED:
- Your doctor has to be in-network
- Their affiliate hospital has to be in-network
- Lots of my in-network doctors are NOT affiliated with my in-network hospital.
- What the fuck?
I live in Utah and only two hospitals in my area are in network: Intermountain and LDS. Now, I’d rather have my baby at home with my dog acting as my midwife than give that much money to the LDS church. Nothing personal, but churches tend to fund anti-gay marriage bills and throw money at people fighting planned parenthood and I’d rather not contribute to their church agenda that is the opposite of my mostly liberal agenda. So, this leaves me with one hospital option. I searched our insurance database and sifted through a bunch of “2 star out of 5” doctors because, uhm, fuck no. I don’t want a 2 start doctor anywhere near my vagina or my slippery newborn. Of the 4-5 star doctors NONE OF THEM ARE TAKING PATIENTS WHO ARE NOT KNOCKED UP ALREADY. After being turned down from around 34,000 doctors, I felt a little bit hysterical, I mean, how hard can it be to get someone to stare into my vagina and tell me that everything will be okay? So my final phone conversation went something like this:
Receptionist: Hello, lalala office, how can I help you?
ME: I’d like to make an appointment with (insert Dr. Name Here)
Receptionist: Okay! Are you pregnant?
ME: (fuck) Uhm, no I’m not but we might try soon an-
Receptionist: Dr. lalala only sees patients who are already pregnant.
ME: I totally understand. But one question: How am I supposed to get genetic testing, make sure that my hoo-haw is in golden baby-making condition, and have all of my terrifying questions answered about whether or not I should get pregnant if I can’t see a doctor until it’s past the point of no return?
Receptionist: Uhm, I don’t kn-
ME: ALSO, let’s say that there are complications. I could DIE. Don’t you think I have the right to thoroughly vet my doctor before I’m whittled down to a terrifying 9 month deadline.
Receptionist: I’ve never actually thought of it that way.
ME: If you have a suggestion box will you add that?
Then I hung up the phone and spent one hour watching videos of handicap goats on Instagram (Goats Of Anarchy) until I felt better. Finally, I made an appointment with a great OBGYN that is in network but NOT affiliated with an in-network hospital just to get a checkup before I get pregnant. But then I’ll have to switch when I am.
What group of fucksticks created this system? I know a handful of you are like, OBAMA! BLAME OBAMA. But no, please don’t. Not at all because of my political beliefs but because our system was disaster way before he was elected president. Let’s make a new, better, system y’all.
Since I am a whacko and seem to have no control over the pregnancy situation I spent a week going, “maybe we don’t want kids.” But I totally do. So I’ve come up with fun ways to make this fun for someone as batshit as me.
LIST OF SUPER CRAZY SHIT I DID THIS WEEK TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE CONTROL OVER THINGS I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER
- I used an astrology site to map out my exact conception dates to have a virgo baby. No, I don’t really believe in astrology as a science, but I’m a virgo and so are most of my friends and they’re badass so whatever.
- I did a weird amount of research on the Shettle method. True or false? Who the hell knows but I’d like a girl first because I’m sexist but also because I’ve read a lot of interesting research on family dynamic and the sex of the eldest child. Yes, I’ll also be happy for a boy. I’m not a total monster.
- I started a baby registry with baby list. You’re thinking, that is totally batshit. And I agree. As someone who generally dislikes baby showers and baby related things in general, I am totally in agreement with you that it’s crazy. However, it helps me concentrate on a fun aspect of having a baby (shopping) so that I focus less on the not fun aspects (possible death scenario).
- I forced my husband to look at the registry. He was both baffled and concerned. “Honey, but you’re not even pregnant yet,” and then I was like, “I KNOW THAT, FRANCESCO. Just LOOK at that organic onesie. LOOK AT IT.”
- I Googled prenatal vitamins for 2-12 hours. Folate, apparently a really good thing that I need a lot of.
So, that’s where I’m at right now: TERRIFIED. Seriously, how do people just have babies? How did you decide to have a baby if you had one and were you somehow less terrified? Why?
5 thoughts on “Just Stare Into My Vagina And Tell Me It Will Be Okay”
I so appreciate you actually saying things that I think most women think, but don’t ever say. I feel like women are pressured to only think positively about getting pregnant. Like, if a woman says something negative, she’s vilified…but I’m also having a hard time getting psyched up for my firstborn – it’s not because I think it wouldn’t be wonderful – but I also know that it’s a big deal and not always roses and butterflies…
I have similar issues. Went to an astrologer who told me it was my Virgo moon wanting everything to be perfect. So much so that it has prevented me from actually going through with parenthood. So, I think it may have more to do with control/perfectionism than anything else.
My wife at the time had our third child when she was 40. Don’t sweat it!
This is so great! My best friend is like the fertilest person on the planet and accidentally had not one but two babies. I’m over here praying for my ovaries to leggo my eggo and worrying about all the stuff you are 🙂
Hi, I just ambled over from your other blog and read this, don’t sweat the stuff about being suitable parents for babies – the type of people who think they are perfect for breeding (like real grown up sensible people) are often the worst and most obnoxious parents or at least the scummiest parents at mother/toddler groups, pta, stuff like that. Seriously I’ve had three children, I still don’t know what the hell I am doing or how I did it but somehow the baby is 21- the more inappropriate you are, the less likely you are to have the class brat from the most sanctimonious parents ever come for a sleepover, thats my one top tip if/when you ever need it
Seriously don’t be terrified – you are awesomeness personified