The Benefits of Being Three.October 12, 2010 at 11:07 am | Posted in FET #5: Last Chance Waltz | 14 Comments
We travelled to Texas last week to visit my parents, and the trip went better than I could have ever imagined.
This time, O was our Big Kid.
We left the stroller at home, and instead, O pulled his own suitcase behind him in the airport.
He waited patiently in line to check in and then AGAIN in the security checkpoint.
He walked onto the plane himself, climbed up into his seat, and attempted to put his own seatbelt on.
We took up only one row on the plane.
We fit into an economy-sized car.
We all had our own room in my parents’s three-bedroom house.
We went out to dinner, the three of us, and relaxed, and played in the pool, and went to the playground.
I don’t think this FET will work.
Which I suppose is better than EXPECTING it does like I did last cycle.
(Less egoistic, for certain.)
The next BFN?
It’s going to hurt. I expect I’m going to be confused, and sad, and probably bitter over the unfairness of IF yet again. Because we put in our suffering with the three years we tried to get pregnant with O in the first place…
… yada yada yada blah blah BLAH.
There ARE benefits to being a family of three. For example.
Travelling is easier, for certain. We lived that this weekend.
I will have the flexibility to change careers sooner, since we’ll be done forever with daycare bills in three years (instead of six or seven).
I can plan my next half marathon training program; which for me means a sub 2-hour half next spring.
We don’t have to have to get rid of our guest bedroom; O can stay in the Yellow Room.
We won’t be cash strapped with two daycare bills AND saving for two college tuitions.
I know that this is me planning for the worst case scenario. And I know that this is drawing lines in the sand, and that it can change over time, and you all won’t hold me to the decision to be done after this cycle.
But there are some tangible benefits of being three. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that I think about that frequently.
As frequently as I think about having a sibling for O? No.
But those benefits, combined with my visceral desire to avoid another fresh cycle, make me feel like we’ll be okay
when if this cycle doesn’t work.