Recently, I found myself just going through the motions of daily life, managing responsibilities while my in-laws were visiting from abroad, creating a particularly hectic environment. It suddenly struck me that I hadn’t experienced my menstrual cycle. Was I late? Oh wait; I don’t think I should have expected it yet. After my partner’s vasectomy (which I attended out of sheer curiosity) and my discontinuation of the pill, I had been rather lax in monitoring my cycles. In fact, for the past two years, there has been at least one night each month where I’ve woken up to find my period had arrived in our bed. Am I twelve years old? I’ll give you a moment to process that—feel free to judge as needed.
A few days later, concern started to set in. I was definitely late. I remembered experiencing cramps about a week ago, but they had vanished. Instead of simply heading to the store for a pregnancy test, I opted to Google “pregnancy after vasectomy.” To my shock, I discovered that in some cases, years after a vasectomy, a man’s tubes can reconnect, potentially leading to fertility. Suddenly, I recalled my mother’s tales of chickens running around her grandmother’s farm even after their heads had been severed. But my partner’s procedure was done two years ago—this cannot be happening.
Fortunately, it wasn’t. I actually got my period while en route to the store to buy a test. Seriously. In the car.
Fast forward one week. I was traveling for work when I encountered an adorable new mother, her baby snugly secured in a sling, gently kissing its head. I managed to board the plane before bursting into tears. Get a grip, I chastised myself. You didn’t even desire another child. Besides, you already have three vibrant and healthy children. How selfish can one person be? Consider all the women longing for just one child but unable to conceive.
Yet, the notion of another child had unexpectedly re-entered my mind. Although it was a fleeting thought, the door I had firmly closed had cracked open just a bit.
Once a woman ties the knot, she is often bombarded with questions like, “So, when do you plan to have kids?” After a while, it shifts to, “When will you give that child a sibling?” It seems that inquiries regarding the number and timing of children are considered fair game in casual conversations. Women often face harsh judgment based on their answers. If you admit you don’t want kids, you’re labeled selfish; if you have two or three, you’re celebrated. However, if your family size exceeds that, the judgments can become critical. I once overheard someone ask a friend with five children, “Why on earth did you have so many?” That was a truly supportive comment; I’m sure she went home to ponder which of her five children she would give back.
Eventually, there comes a time—whether by choice or circumstance—when the prospect of having more babies comes to an end. Although we may be done expecting, perhaps we never fully let go of the anticipation that a new child brings. All the hope, anxiety, love, and excitement that accompanies a new life—I believe that’s what triggered my tears. It took me two years and a pregnancy scare to finally process the conclusion of an era. I am fortunate that this was a choice I was able to make, and I would choose the same again. Yet, the fleeting thought of another child made me appreciate my current situation even more. Amidst the chaos of three kids and two working parents, perhaps that’s exactly what I needed.
And maybe a calendar to track my cycles, because honestly, how careless can one person be?
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In summary, navigating the emotions tied to motherhood and the possibility of expanding your family can be complex. It’s important to honor those feelings while also appreciating the family you have.