I didn’t want to become one of those people who stress out over conceiving.
So of course, I have become one of those people.
Two months. Only two months and already it is stressing me out. I thought it was supposed to take six months before people got anxious. Apparently not.
When I really think about it, conceiving is very complicated. You have to do it at the right time — and usually you’re not totally certain when it is the right time — and hope that his doodads swim all the way to your hooha, and that electric spark happens — you know, the one they show in all of the movies? That’s a lot of science!
And yet, some people just fool around — with no regard for FDLPs or ovulation or position or leg-cycling-afterward — and poof! Pregnant.
Did those people just magically happen to do it during the “good time” window? Do some people really need to follow all of the instructions, or else they would have no chance? Are some people just more naturally susceptible to getting knocked up?
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)