My life isn’t the Hokie Pokie but, there are days where it sure feels like it. And I just don’t mean my on and off again feelings about my pregnancy. Some days I feel like there is no one there with me and there are days I feel like everyone is there, also known as bad days and good days. Then there is my baby’s father – some times he’s ready to give it a go and then there are time spans that he can’t even respond to a simple text.
Last week I had a first meeting with my baby’s father in a few months. It had seemingly gone well, we got along as though nothing was well, wrong I suppose is the word. He was kind, non aggressive, and made it easier for me to his side of things. I knew heading into our previous relationship that he was big business guy, coming off a divorce that should have been over a while ago had the ex-wife not dragged it out guy, amongst other things guy. And that was fine then, dating him was fun, then the pregnancy reared its ugly head and I was no longer wanted baggage. Two months later though I was wanted again. It was hard not knowing where to go from there. But the meeting cleared things up and we started moving down the “maybe we should try this trail”. But he travels a lot. And me being a naturally lonely soul who, let’s face it, I’m relatively sure my family doesn’t even want half the time, can sink into feeling unwanted quite quickly. Sometimes I’m not sure if he is honestly so busy that he just forgets to check in on me or he’s testing my loyalty after his ex-wives infidelity, or he just doesn’t care at all. Last week he was full of suggestions and I really mulled some of them over, this week he’s out-of-town again and I haven’t heard a peep from him in 3 days…
Then there is me, myself, and I. Some days I think I can be a good mom and I’ll be alright. Other days I can’t stop thinking about how horrible I’m going to be. What if I put the baby carrier on top of the new baby friendly vehicle I bought and drive off? Or what if I look away and the poop eating dog licks the baby and gives it some sort of disease? There are days I am absolutely certain I am going to be HORRIBLE at the whole mom thing. I was walking along on my treadmill this morning (yes, I have been reduced to walking) and all I kept thinking was how thankful I am that babies nap so much that maybe I can double down on my runs which if I combine it with breastfeeding I can get myself back down to a size 6 pair of jeans in a decent amount of time. That way if he decides to stick around I’ll still be at least attractive enough that he would admit to being the father of my child and if he doesn’t maybe someone else might want me – right? It’s all utter neurosis and yet it’s still in my head. The one piece of me that can’t seem to Hokie Pokie itself out of me for even one minute is my insecurity which has increased almost 10 fold since becoming pregnant. Then I start thinking of the baby, and how as it grows it will do the same thing. It will love me, then hate me, want me and then want nothing to do with me all in one big repetitive cycle from toddler to twenty something.
Everyone wants to know what I want. What do I want to do. And it’s so much more than a simple question for me. I want to raise my child with its father… but not if it’s father doesn’t want to be with me. I can’t tell people what I want though because I can’t see all the pieces to the equation. I often feel like I am trying to build a puzzle without a picture. I’ve managed to get the outline together, as well as a few large chunks but I can’t figure out where I, I mean the pieces belong inside the border. I was offered the possibility to be a stay at home mom if we work things out but, what if we don’t? then where does that piece go? If it does work out do I sell my house and replace that piece with his house? So many choices and all I can do is lay on my floor and cry it out alone because, what else CAN I do? I can’t see the future, I can’t decide which pieces I need to keep and which I need to put out for the rubbish men in the morning…If I manage to get up in time that is.
Maybe my destiny is to live a life like the Hokie Pokie. Always being good enough to jump in for a while, shake it all about, spin around in circles, and that is what it’s all about.
Trying to Breathe,
DL