I am honestly just posting this to maybe help find some relief or maybe just to get this off my chest. I’m not really sure.
I’m 18 years old, and I have SERIOUS baby fever. No matter what I’m doing, I am constantly thinking of what it would be like to get a positive pregnancy test. I have the Nexplanon implant, so I know it’s not going to happen. The reason I have the implant is because back in September of 2015, I found out I was pregnant. I was scared at first, because I hadn’t really thought about a baby yet, and my boyfriend was scared as well, worried he wasn’t good enough to be a father. We talked it over and settled our nerves and finally we’re able to become a little excited about it. We went to the doctor and got an ultrasound, the doctor had said I was about 6 weeks along. This didn’t really make sense because we were estimating 8 weeks, but we went with it anyways. I went back about 2 weeks later to find out that I was at the early onset of a miscarriage. It broke my heart and it broke my boyfriend’s heart. I was going to have to give up a lot of things in order to have our baby, but it was something I had started to prepare myself for. I cried for days, but I have never felt the pain that I felt when I finally miscarried the baby. It was one of those gut wrenching, heart-ripping, terrible moments. All I wanted to do was curl up and cry, so I did. I continued to cry. That night, I told my best friend. He hadn’t been the most accepting, but him and his mother went out and bought a blanket and a beanie for the baby, and his mother had given me books on how to stay healthy. She told me I could still have it all if I wanted, but I didn’t have to take it. I felt like I needed it for some reason. I just felt drawn to it. So I took it home and it now hangs in my closet. After the miscarriage, my mom and I decided it was best if I got the implant, which at the time seemed fine because I didn’t want to go through another miscarriage. I still don’t want to go through a miscarriage, but I want to feel the happiness of being pregnant. I want to buy cute baby clothes and pacifiers and bottles. I want to watch and feel the baby grow inside of me, knowing it’s a mini-me or a mini-him. It’s not about just “Ooooh. That’s a cute baby. I want one.” It’s the emptiness I feel every time I see a baby. It’s the feeling of “Oh. My baby would’ve been almost a year and a half.” It’s the heartache of knowing that I could be one of those moms right now. There’s a stigma around having baby fever, though.
“Just wait, you’ll have your baby when you are ready. Have faith,” say the thumpers.
“Trust me, you don’t want kids… at least not yet. Enjoy your life!! Seriously!!” say the mothers.
“You are not ready yet, financially. You keep calling me for money still,” say your parents.
“If you want a baby, then just have one!” says nobody ever. Okay except for those super optimistic people you know, but they don’t know anything about you, really.
Let’s get something straight: I have absolutely no idea why I have this feeling, and I am not going to pretend I understand why I am having this emotion! I know there will be a better time to have a baby. I know that there’s a reason people wait, and that I need to be smart and patient. However. None of this erases that feeling. I look at a baby and envy pinches me all over. I feel overjoyed and incredibly pissed at the same time. I want to kidnap that baby. No, I know better. I want my own. I want to be pregnant. I want to shop for baby clothes. I want to go through labor. I want the weirdest things! I want to hold my slightly gross baby tight against my body. I want to argue about how to put the baby in the car seat to go home. I want to wake up to screaming. I want to be scared if I am doing things right. I want to feel terrible because I turned around for just a second and my toddler bonked his/her head. I want to watch, terrified, as dad teaches her/him how to ride a bike. I want to take “first day of school” pictures on our front porch with the dog and the back pack.
I want to lead by example, but I know I won’t be the best example. I want to mess up and have my husband telling me how I should have handled things, and to go fix those things. I want to go do family pictures, color coordinate, make sure my kids eat enough breakfast, call and double check with the photographer. I want to be sixty, holding my husbands hand, watching our grandkids play in the living room, and our own kids cooking Thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen. I want more than anything to have a baby. I just don’t know why I can’t get his feeling off of my mind or out of my body. I look at my stomach and wonder why I can’t just be pregnant already. I wonder when will be the “right time” to have a baby. Will it be next year? Will it be in 2 years? 5 years? 10 years? I obviously can’t tell the future. I don’t know. I just feel like I’m the only 18 year old going through this. I understand young women are having the same feelings, and I’m more than welcome to talk to you too or to listen to advice from you, but am I the only one in this boat? Message me if you want my kik or something to be able to talk to me about it. We can exchange feelings and discuss our baby fever together.