i know I’m being irrational. Or maybe I’m not. Maybe it’s just all the built-up frustration with MIL over the years, or maybe it’s the fact that I was never really superstitious—until now. Until trying for this second baby became everything. And now, I believe in every sign, every ounce of luck, every possible way to jinx it.
MIL helps out sometimes with our first—not because we’ve ever asked, just because she wants to. And since we’ve been trying for baby #2 for two years now, and our house is practically overflowing with IVF meds, she obviously knows what’s going on.
But over the last few days, she said to me, “I know for a fact you’ll have at least two more”, “do you know which hospital you’d pick to have the baby in?” and “with the new baby let’s do XYZ”. And to my three-year-old: “You’ll have a sibling soon for sure! Do you want a boy or a girl?” (My DC wasn’t asking about babies, she brought it up)
I wanted to scream. I don’t want my toddler running around telling people we’re trying. Hardly anyone even knows. And I definitely don’t want her speaking about this baby like it’s a done deal. Like it’s guaranteed. It’s not.
I’ve done five rounds of embryo banking. I’m about to do my first euploid transfer. It took a full year of IUIs and IVF just to get to this point. I have thought, at every step, surely this is it. Surely now it’s my time. Surely at 30, I can have another baby. Surely the odds are in my favor.
And now I’m crying because I can’t shake the fear that she’s just jinxed it.