On Monday. I took my final pregnancy test. <\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re required to do one whenever we are doing surgery\u201d<\/em>, the nurse explained.<\/p>\n The irony of a pregnancy test prior to a hysterectomy was not lost on me.<\/p>\n \u201cIt just goes to show,\u201d<\/em> my friend Mombie texted, \u201cThere have been enough malpractices for performing hysterectomies on pregnant patients.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Other than the 10cm dermoid that has attached itself to my left ovary (which I have nicknamed my alien baby) \u2013 pregnant is one of those things I have never been. <\/p>\n I remember buying pregnancy tests when I thought my husband and I would try for a baby. The box sat on the shelf haunting me as months went by and nothing worth testing was happening. I remember my less-than-joking conversations about him just putting some in a cup and I would use a turkey baster. <\/p>\n I remember discussing infertility options with my friends in couples class through our church. Our small group soon got divided as we became the haves and the have nots. Those of us who were childless started to feel like the kids who got held back and it was hard to deal with the depression of those around me who were trying so hard and yet were left without. <\/p>\n I knew what my problem was, as my marriage was rocky and lacked the intimacy required to even get the process started. But my heart ached for my other friends.<\/p>\n We looked briefly at becoming foster parents, but I realized in my heart that my husband would not be the kind of father I would want for any child \u2013 he had too many anger issues to provide a safe and stable environment. (It took me several years to realize that if the situation was not mentally healthy for a child, it was probably not healthy for me either, but I did wise up eventually.)<\/p>\n After my marriage ended, getting pregnant meant something different. I remember the first time that I thought I might be pregnant \u2013 the rush of emotions as I tried to figure out what I would do if I was. I had just started rebuilding my life, and the thought of being responsible for another being scared me so much. <\/p>\n I don\u2019t know what it feels like to have a line turn blue, or show a plus sign, or flash \u201cpregnant\u201d and now I never will. I wouldn\u2019t say I\u2019m sad, nor would I say I\u2019m euphoric. I\u2019m more thoughtfully respectful that an aspect of possibility is now being laid to rest.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On Monday. I took my final pregnancy test. \u201cWe\u2019re required to do one whenever we are doing surgery\u201d, the nurse explained. The irony of a pregnancy test prior to a hysterectomy was not lost on me. \u201cIt just goes to show,\u201d my friend Mombie texted, \u201cThere have been enough malpractices for performing hysterectomies on pregnant…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[152],"tags":[159,153,160,49,157,161],"class_list":["post-413","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-road-to-recovery","tag-alien-baby","tag-hysterectomy","tag-infertility","tag-marriage","tag-pregnancy","tag-prenancy-test"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2UnPK-6F","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/joeywrites.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/413","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/joeywrites.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/joeywrites.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joeywrites.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joeywrites.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=413"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/joeywrites.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/413\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/joeywrites.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=413"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joeywrites.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=413"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/joeywrites.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=413"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}