Getting Back on the Horse

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The one and only time that I broke a major bone (you know, not like a toe) was when I was thrown off a horse when I was about 7 or 8. I knew it was going to happen from the moment I got on the horse. I loved horses and I took lots of horseback riding lessons. I was extremely fortunate that the school I attended had horseback riding (no, it was not a public school – that hell came later) and I was able to spend many afternoons grooming the horses or perfecting my posting. I hadn’t made it to cantering or jumps yet, but I was getting there.

The horse that threw me was named “Johnnie” and I remember exactly what he looked like. He was a chestnut with a white diamond on his forehead and he had what my husband would classify as ‘tude. I didn’t want to ride him that day because he was being particularly ornery. And, I knew even at that tender age that you don’t mess with a horse that’s ornery. But, they said, “oh no, it’ll be fine.”

They had set him up on a lead line – they tie the reins on the pummel of the saddle, put attach a lead to the horse’s bridle and then direct the horse in circles with you on the horse. I seem to recall that the purpose was to begin me on cantering with a little “let’s-get-to-trust-the-horse” thrown in for good measure. While I had no problem trusting horses in general, I had a major problem trusting this horse. We started off fine but it went down hill when they decided to give him a little whack to move into a canter. He didn’t like the whack, bucked and so off I went (since of course, I had NO REINS!). I landed on my right arm and remembered that it hurt. Turns out I had a hairline fracture right below my shoulder and didn’t even get a cast for my trouble. I had a sling and had to learn how to write lefty-style which so didn’t go well.

What’s my point in telling this sob story? It’s that I knew even then that the only way for me to overcome my fear of being thrown again was to literally get back on a horse (although, not that horse, please). And I did. It was not a triumphant return and I don’t think that I handled it well, but I did it. Did it magically erase my terror? No, and I learned that I will probably always have a little bit with me since I have had that experience. But, I learned that I could do it. image: Big Grey Mare

I feel the same way about being pregnant again. You would think that doing it again would give you some sense of power and achievement when in reality I am terrified. I know first hand what can happen and how awful it is. I’m practically in denial that I’m pregnant because I am so afraid of getting excited again and getting smacked up side the head. I haven’t really looked at due dates (late September? eh?), I certainly have not pulled out the name list we started last time, and we haven’t even told Sweetie’s parents (who also didn’t know about the IVF). It’s just like when I was going through the IVF – one day at a time. Otherwise, I will look forward to each milestone as the time when the fairy tale will come crashing down. I know that I am trying to assume that it won’t work out because I can’t bear to let myself begin to hope. Not yet.

The good news is that my beta today was 191. So, in 48 hours, it *almost* completely doubled from 98 on Wednesday. A true double would be 196. I have decided that I’m not going to be concerned about those 5 little whatevers and take comfort that Dr. Uterus is so far not concerned. And my progesterone is still apparently quite astronomical.

Next hurdle: first OB scan (OMG, OMG, OMG) the week of Feb. 25. It was at my last OB scan that things went south so this will be hard to say the least. I hope I don’t have flashbacks. I also hope that Sweetie will be with me this time.

For now the lesson is to just breathe. Deeply. As often as necessary.
image: gratiella
ps: Ironically, I haven’t ridden a horse since the time I got back on the horse, but I’m not afraid of them and I still love to pet their wonderfully soft schnozzles (read = noses).

8 thoughts on “Getting Back on the Horse

  1. Please don’t worry about your 5 little whatevers. Am hoping that your next US goes much better than the last, and that you will soon be able to enjoy the pregnancy you worked so dern hard to achieve.

  2. It must be next to impossible not to worry. To not be afraid. Please remember to encourage yourself just about as much as you give in and worry. It sucks to have to not only worry about getting pregnant, but staying pregnant.

  3. I wouldn’t think 5 whatevers should really matter, but I know it is easy to worry-probably second nature at this point. I hope the time until your scan flies by somehow and that everything goes smoothly for you!

  4. I hope that we, your bloggy friends, and your life in general conspires to distract you at least somewhat from your very understandable fear. I think a bit of denial and mental bait-and-switch is in order for the next month or two.

    Meanwhile, I’m still so excited for you.

  5. I know how it is to not want to get too hopeful but we can all be very hopeful for you! The 5 beta points don’t mean much at all and so I am confident that you will continue on through all these hurdles. I think you are right that getting back on the horse is critical. Just think if you gave up you wouldn’t be pregnant right now. So I am just do happy to hear that things are going well!

  6. Firstly thanks for commenting on my Blog, and secondly and more important, congradulations on your wonderful doubling Beta! Good for you! Look after yourself and enjoy this wonderful time of your life.

  7. It’s one step after another, isn’t it. First you hope for multiple, developing embryos, then a thick lining, then a bearable two week wait, then a faint line on a pee stick, then a positive beta, and, well, I don’t know much after that (or anything about the last two). But you’re on the road and five little whatevers are nothing compared to where you are now. It’s going to be great.

  8. I know exactly how you feel. My first IVF cycle ended in an ectopic rupture and I was devastated. I just did a FET and beta is on Wednesday. HPTs are positive, but I’m afraid to believe I’m pregnant. Particularly reluctant to believe I’m pregnant in the right place this time.

    Good luck with your next beta numbers and the U/S.

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