Looking for a job is a full-time job. It is a constant cycle of researching, completing applications and following up. There is always more.
My health is important and having insurance is a priority. There is relief that I can get it, but it is expensive--the laws vary from state to state and there are so many variables as to who is eligible for reduced premiums. My arm still hurts and I need care.
Emotional IF meltdown with a trifecta of triggers.
- Read an article linked from a blog about new research suggesting that the decline of egg quality is more like in the range of 33 to 37. It means that egg decline begins earlier than 35 and that the range ends more quickly than previously thought. It is more like dropping off a cliff. While I know getting pregnant at 35 or after is high risk and greatly reduced, I thought there was more time in the decline. I thought the time to be more realistic for it not happening for me would be around 40 or 42. If the cliff is 37, then I have about six months to get pg. And that is highly unlikely because the timing has been derailed for me. While I am in a relationship, it is not the right time for us. We just moved in with each other, my career is unsettled and I am unsure where I may be living in a year. Life feels like it is on hold again in some ways. And while the pause button has been pressed, time keeps passing and my window of opportunity gets smaller and smaller.
- This got me thinking about my age and I realized that I am older than what my mom was when my sister was born. My mom had my sister when she was 35 and I was 11. I look at what my parents had at my age--marriage, a house, children, career and being part of the community. I am nowhere near that and I feel like I am just floating and drifting from space to space. There are no roots, stability or routine. Everything is up in the air. While some envy the freedom of my life in having choices to make my life whatever I want, the reality is that I am limited in my choices. The economy is really tough and I don't want to rush my relationship with T~. Time is a limited resource.
- Then I return to those urges where I so very much want to be a mom. And I wonder, was having a sister 11 years younger than me as close to motherhood that I am going to get? Will I only get glimpses of it through my godchildren? Will I only experience it through the joy I feel for my friends as they share pictures and stories about their own children? Is it just not supposed to happen for me?
The twins would have been five-years-old this year, preschoolers getting ready for Kindergarten.