{"id":819,"date":"2014-01-25T06:45:24","date_gmt":"2014-01-25T11:45:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/?p=819"},"modified":"2014-05-29T06:24:22","modified_gmt":"2014-05-29T11:24:22","slug":"babies-on-the-brain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2014\/01\/babies-on-the-brain\/","title":{"rendered":"Babies on the Brain"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A hundred years ago, and I say this with only anecdotal information so I am probably utterly mistaken, getting knocked up was easier.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; You got married (or not), had sex, and *boom* a kid was born. Now, naturally, not every single sex act results in a child, and some people still had to &#8220;try&#8221; for awhile&#8230; but by and large, it seemed like fertility was either not as big an issue, not as frequently dicussed, or not as commonly a problem for people.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Today, huge swaths of people are suffering from infertility issues.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Yet, everyone and their brother is pregnant or just had a kid.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Exaggeration, I gots it.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I have always wanted children. I have also worried since I was old enough to realize that some people couldn&#8217;t have kids, that I wouldn&#8217;t be able to have any of my own. That worry did not stop me from drinking lots of tumor-producing diet cola (*shakes fist at the injustice of the world*) and getting fat and all that stuff.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; At age thirty-three (nearing thirty-four), I am already closing in on the age I swore was my cut-off &#8211; 35. At age thirty-three, I have three nephews on my husband&#8217;s side, one on my side, dozens of cousins&#8217; children in my maternal and paternal families, friends with children ranging from still-in-the-womb to freshly-born to fifteen (FIFTEEN!!!) years old.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; But I also know lots of people who are trying &#8211; some even with fertility treatments &#8211; and cannot get pregnant. A good friend, a girl I&#8217;ve known since Mrs. Jordan had me sit next to her in the second grade, and her husband have been trying for years. Another, I met at work, suffers with PCOS and though they are warrior parents to a beautiful little girl, a second child is not as quickly forthcoming as they&#8217;d wish. My brother-in-law and his wife have been trying for as long as I&#8217;ve known them. A good friend, who has one kid, has been trying for a second for years now as well.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; And this woman I worked for in High School &#8211; she and her husband kept trying for seventeen years&#8230; to my knowledge, they never did get pregnant.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I have babies on the brain.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; There&#8217;s no rhyme or reason to this post, just&#8230; me rambling on the topic.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I had names picked out for my hypothetical children from the time I was in High School. I even wrote this faux future biography about it. I had five children, a set of twins (Donovan Massimo &#038; Alaina Caprice) followed by triplets (Gabriel Lucas, Melanie Olivia, and Lydia Jade). They were all fathered by the same sperm donor, because I was a rock-hard feminist who was sure she did not need a husband to have the beautiful brood I dreamed about.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The names changed as I got older. Alaina and Donovon were out, and so too was Melanie (even though I could tell her that though I didn&#8217;t know it when I was fifteen and chose the name, it turned out she shared a name with my favorite writer!). For years I was determined that I would have a son named Modest Gabriel Lucas Childs, called Luke, because Luke is an awesome nickname.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Lydia Jade became Lydia Judith, but then was shelved because Mark &#038; I loved the name Penelope so much as we didn&#8217;t figure on having more than one or two kids. Penelope stuck for a long time, but then &#8211; well, it got used elsewhere and so&#8230; no, it will not be the name of our imaginary child.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I liked Beatrice, but Mark said no. He likes Sarah and Claire, both of which are nice, but just too PLAIN for me.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; We have agreed on a couple other options now, just in case we ever procreate, but mostly I doubt we&#8217;ll get a chance. I&#8217;m too fat and too sick and, frankly, too old. And he&#8217;s&#8230; him. HAHA!<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; He&#8217;d make a great dad though. Watching him with Venna has really convinced me of that.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &#8230;I should not blog when I&#8217;m tired and its 6 am and I have no real rhyme or reason.<br \/>\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Even if I don&#8217;t get to have kids, I&#8217;m glad Evie and Mike have Malakai, and whatever future children there are to come, plus the little angel up in Heaven waiting for us. <3\n&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Auntie is almost as good as Mommy... right?\n\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/signature.jpg\" alt=\"Signed, Josie\" width=\"92\" height=\"139\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-13\" \/><br \/>\n<i>Note: Image is &#8220;Owls in a tree!&#8221; by (Tinneketin) from SXC.hu<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A hundred years ago, and I say this with only anecdotal information so I am probably utterly mistaken, getting knocked up was easier. &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; You got married (or not), had sex, and *boom* a kid was born. Now, naturally, not every single sex act results in a child, and some&hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link-p\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/2014\/01\/babies-on-the-brain\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":820,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[16,167,1],"tags":[126,214,127,53],"class_list":["post-819","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-life","category-rantsandraves","category-uncategorized","tag-babies","tag-life","tag-nonsense","tag-rant","xfolkentry","clearfix"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/819","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=819"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/819\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":821,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/819\/revisions\/821"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/820"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=819"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=819"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/jeezjosie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=819"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}