Writer's Workshop--What My Momma Said....

       I was talking to my Momma today about how I've made all these new "twin momma" friends online and how I feel so fortunate to have done so and she began saying how unusual, in her day and age, twins were and how now they are so much more commonplace. I also told her how many of the women I've "met" have needed a little, ok A LOT of assistance to have those babies and how touched I've been reading their stories.  But something has been nagging at me.
       You see, I've been holding back. And I do this BECAUSE I have read these twin mammas' stories of pain and heartache. I've read about their infertility struggles and their high risk pregnancies. I've cried through the posts of loss and I've railed against the fates that made their journeys to parenthood so difficult. You see I didn't have any of those issues and somehow I feel if I tell my story of fertility I am somehow marginalizing both their journeys and their triumphs; that somehow my story would cause pain to those that have suffered so much. 
       But the fact is... my Mommy said that I should share my story because it's mine and it's true and most of all...it's funny.  And I try to do what my Momma says so.... But know that I'm not trying to marginalize anyone.  OK?  Good.

       So I didn't know that I was a Fertile Myrtle. No one told me. In fact, I was kinda under the impression that the opposite might be the case. My Momma had a hard time conceiving. She was told by doctors that she probably wouldn't. Her ovary (yeah she only has one) was too high and kinda outta place. Ends up we share that trait--the one ovary thing. But apparently I take after my maternal Grandmother who had six children, and was known to say that she got pregnant on every form of birth control known to man--I guess I share a lot of traits with these women.
      My Hubby and I had been married about a year and because of my advanced maternal age of 30 (he likes to remind me that he's younger than me and I like to remind him that I can kick his ass) and because of my family history (my mom, not my grandma) we decided if we were gonna have a baby we'd better
get to trying. So I finished out my pack of pills (yeah, I don't know why--it seemed like a good idea at the time) and we went on a float trip with my girlfriends and their boyfriends/husbands. We spent a weekend drinking like fishes, burning to a crisp and floating down a obscure river in Missouri. Upon our return home we had a quickie and a day later I woke from a dead sleep certain that I was pregnant.  I was. We had sex ONCE.  And it was a quickie and we were both sunburned, so it was like, "Ohhh baby... OH GOD don't touch my arm!" Not the greatest...sorry Hubby.  
      The boys were conceived when Myriam was 6 months old and while I was
on the pill--I was also still breast feeding. And did I mention that I only have ONE ovary? Really? My OBGYN said that it was good thing that I only had one ovary because otherwise we would have been expecting a litter!
       Needless to say, these facts have made me more than a little paranoid. "We" don't want anymore children. I have had my tubes tied but the stats say that the procedure is only 97% effective.  The pill is 99% effective and look how that turned out! So suffice it to say every month I'm counting down. I don't know what I have to do move past this paranoia but I do know that I'm tired of buying pregnancy tests.

(Thanks Momma for having me write this.)
Peace out!

**This post was inspired by Mama Kat's--PRETTY MUCH WORLD FAMOUS--writer's workshop.