The End & The Beginning

I have decided to end this blog.

The Trying Game is all about my struggles with PCOS, infertility and trying for a baby. Now that my daughter is finally here, I thought it seemed fitting to close the chapter on this part of my life and start a new blog chronicling my life as a new mum to Maya. My challenge is no longer getting and staying pregnant, it's navigating new parenthood and all that it entails.

I hope you'll stop by and visit me in my new digs. You can find my birth story there as well.

The next chapter, my new blog is called Maya Papaya and can be found here.

Thank you to each and every one of you who have read The Trying Game, commented and supported me over the last year. I seriously would not have survived without you.

With love,
Hilary

Look Who Finally Showed Up

Our beautiful daughter Maya.

Born on Sunday, August 24th, at 2:03am.

7lbs 10oz, 20 inches long.

Without further ado, here she is (we couldn't find our good camera at the last minute so we took all these photos on D's iPhone - apologies for the quality...):







We are so in love!

Maya is perfect and gorgeous in every way. She is such a sweet, funny baby and smells exactly like vanilla cake baking in the oven. I have never known love like this, never.

And I have a crazy insane birth story to share with you guys... complete with my water suddenly breaking in the car and a whirlwind 5-hour super speedy (but very smooth) labour. We just got home from the hospital last night and I'm still getting settled, but keep checking in for our birth story which I will try to post in the next couple of days...Stay tuned!

xoxo
Hilary

40w6d

Big surprise, I'm still preggers.

The hospital is having me do formal kick counts from here on out and I am very happy to report that Maya has so far exceeded her kick quota on all counts thus far. Thank goodness.

The contractions I was having yesterday (from the second membrane stripping) have more or less tapered off completely. I have felt a few here and there this morning, but barely noticeable.

I can't help but wonder what would happen if I was pregnant, say, 50 years ago. Obviously, I wouldn't be pregnant at all back then because we conceived by IVF. However, let's say I was pregnant... Just how overdue can a baby go on it's own without induction? My aunt was apparently pregnant for an extra month. Another person I talked to said they went three weeks overdue. At some point, does the baby always come out, or can they stay in forever? I realize my measly 6 days overdue is nothing compared to how overdue some women go, despite the fact that I feel like the most pregnant woman ever to exist. But I do wonder, with no medical intervention, just how long would this go on?

I have pretty much given up hope of having this baby girl the way I had imagined, and have resigned myself to the idea that we'll probably have induction. I had a bit of a cry about that this morning, just because this is probably going to be our only child and this is not the birth experience I had wanted or expected. I had always dreamed of a natural birth, with minimal intervention. Letting go of my attachment to my ideal birth experience did make me feel sad, but truthfully, as long as Maya arrives healthy and safe, it really doesn't much matter how she gets here. As long as she gets here and she is perfect, healthy and strong, that's all I really care about. Ultimately, my birth experience is small potatoes, and will be quickly forgotten, compared to gorgeous fact that she is coming.

I am lucky and blessed beyond compare; that hasn't changed since the moment I found out I was pregnant.

40w5d [Updated]

Doctor's appointment this morning didn't give me the "this baby is coming right now" news I had so hoped for. My cervix is still at about 2cm (same as last appointment) but does seem thinner. But I believe my doctor said it was "favourable" or something like that.

I was sobbing from the moment I stepped into the exam room. 6 hours total of sleep in 3 days PLUS raging hormones equals Hilary losing her shit. I am not myself at all.

I asked about the possibility of induction. Dr. R said that it's much better to let the baby come naturally than to induce her, but they won't let me go past Wednesday August 27th either way. However, she did say that I would be sent for fetal monitoring and testing today to assess how baby girl is doing in there and if they note any problems, then induction would of course be sooner than Wednesday. They will be calling me with a time to come in for this testing, so I am just waiting by the phone right now.

My membranes were re-stripped again this morning in an effort to get things going. I am contracting quite a bit from having that done, but I'm not getting my hopes up here because this is exactly what happened last time I had my membranes stripped and eventually the contractions just petered out.

I am nervous for the fetal testing. All testing makes me nervous. I guess in the meantime, I'll try to get a few minutes of sleep while I wait for a call from the hospital.

I must say, this is not at all how I imagined it would be.

[Update:] I just got home from the hospital, where I had an AFI (to check fluid levels) and a fetal NST (non-stress test). Both results were "reassuring". My fluid levels are in the 80th percentile, considered to be "generous" and baby girl kicked and moved enough to please the assessor who therefore made the determination that we are not in need of an immediate induction. Thank G-d for that. Of course I prefer a great test result to an immediate delivery.

However, we are no closer to labour at this point. The contractions that resulted from this morning's second membrane stripping have continued, but they are not very strong nor are they regular. I'm not holding my breath that they mark the beginning of any real labour. As it stands, I am to repeat the AFI and NST at the hospital again on Tuesday and will likely be induced on Wednesday, provided I don't go into labour before then. And I was warned that if they are too booked to fit in my induction on Wednesday then it may be pushed back to Thursday or even possibly Friday. It will be a miracle if I don't give birth to a toddler at this point.

40w4d

I realize I need to get over myself.

I hit a breaking point yesterday and just couldn't stop crying. Hormones, impatience, discomfort and lack of control were to blame. Luckily, I have a very sweet dad who recognized how upset I was and he very kindly gave me a hug, a foot massage and took me to the local jewish deli for some chicken soup with matzo balls. It helped immensely.

In all my anxiety, I lost, for a moment, the forest for the trees. I am so incredibly lucky and blessed to be in this place, mere hours or days away from meeting my daughter. It's not that I forgot about all that (I never, EVER forget), I just lost my focus.

Tomorrow morning I have a doctor's appointment, which will hopefully result in some sort of plan. The most my doctor will let me go overdue is 10 days so come hell or high water, this baby girl will be arriving no later than August 27th (next Wednesday). I hope it doesn't come down to induction, but I guess I need to be prepared for that possibility. If that's how it's going to happen, so be it.

Today it's raining but I'm going to try to get in a very long walk anyway. And I'm going to try to stay calm and have the most anxiety-free day I can. Although I feel like hands-down the most pregnant woman to ever waddle the face of the earth right now, I know this isn't an uncommon position for a first-time mum to find herself in and somehow zillions of other mums have gone a lot more overdue than I am right now and they have persevered and had perfect, healthy children. This is my focus, my mantra, for today.

I will post again after my doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. So if you check my blog tomorrow (Friday) before 11:00am PST and don't see a post, don't assume it's because something exciting is happening, as I'll likely just be tied up at my appointment for the early part of the morning.

Then again, anything is possible, right?

40w3d

I am losing my SHIT. I woke up at 5am this morning and just sobbed. This wait has reduced me to such a hormonal wreck. I am just not myself.

I know it must sound crazy, feeling so discouraged at his point in my pregnancy. I think it's the uncertainty that's getting to me. I am so desperate for this baby girl to be born, and everything else in my life is just on hold until she gets here. I don't want to be induced; I want Maya to decide to be born on her own.

I'm worried about what an induction would do to my baby and to my labour, I'm worried about having an aging placenta, I'm worried about something going wrong. I'm worried that this baby is going to be 15 pounds. I'm just wracked with worry in general. This truly has been a difficult week for me, emotionally. And I'm sure the hormones are not helping.

I have to clear out of my condo today because they're shutting off the power to the building from 9am to 4pm for some sort of maintenance. I suppose I could stay in but I'd be bored without TV, internet, etc. I am all about distraction right now, so that will never do. When we received the notice about the power shut-off a few weeks ago, I remember thinking, "I'm going to have a newborn by then." I honestly never thought I'd still be pregnant at this point. But here I am.

*sigh*

40w2d

Yup, still preggers. And with no signs of labour approaching, despite some pelvic pressure, but that's nothing new.

My anxiety has been in full swing over the last couple of days. I am definitely doing that thing that my husband says I do: Trying to control everything else around me because I know I can't control when this baby is coming. Worrying about every crazy thing under the sun is exhausting, and it's a full-time job. Ah well, at least it keeps me busy.

Yesterday I decided to try nipple stimulation to get things going. I sat on the couch wearing my nursing bra undone, and tried to manually stimulate my nips while watching yesterday's episode of "Intervention". It must have been quite a weird sight, me fondling myself while watching a documentary on a crack user. I worked my nips as much as I could, until my hands got tired and my breasts felt they were on the verge of getting sore. I don't think it worked.

I don't think there is much I can do to speed things along here. I think I really just have to be patient, even though I'm terrible at it.

40w1d

Officially overdue. I am starting to go nutso. I am honestly beginning to wonder if this baby girl is ever coming out.

It's funny how things come full circle. I remember when we were in the 2WW after our IVF, I was analyzing every single twinge, pain and hiccup. And now, waiting so desperately for labour to start, I find myself doing the exact same thing. "My back hurts - does this mean labour is starting? I feel nauseous - does this mean labour is starting? I think I felt a BH contraction - does that mean labour is starting?" And unfortunately, the answer thus far has been a resounding NOPE NOT YET.

I have to keep telling myself that no matter what, come hell or high water, my doctor won't let me go more than 10 days overdue, so I will be induced by August 27th. I just really hope it doesn't come to that as I understand that induction is not the best for the baby. I really want her to decide it's time to be born on her own. Like how about today? Today's good for me!

Yesterday I went to West Vancouver with my parents to visit my 93-year-old aunt and then go for lunch and a walk. The trip was unbearably hot in the car, and while I appreciated the chance to get my mind of things, I was really uncomfortable. Our walk had to be short because I was having so much pelvic pressure that it was actually painful to be walking around. I took that as a good sign.

I suppose this desperation to get things moving is Mother Nature's way of making labour - probably the most painful experience a woman can endure - sound appealing. You'd think I'd be more scared of pushing something the size of a cantaloupe out of my vagina, but here I am looking forward to it big time. Bring it on!

(and soon please!)

40 Weeks Today [Updated]

Stick a fork in me. Today is our official due date!

I thought we might get some labour action going last night due to the full moon and all, but nope. I slept like a baby without a minute of discomfort.

Yesterday was also uneventful, save for some minor BH contractions. D and I went on another long walk and had lunch down at the beach at one of our favourite restaurants. I ordered a breakfast burrito, thinking that it was the safest thing on the menu. But I had a bit of anxiety when it arrived and I discovered that the potatoes that came with had feta all over them. The waiter kindly replaced the potatoes when I told him that pregnant women can't have soft cheeses like that, and I ate them. But later, I started worrying that the feta had touched the plate and who knows what else and it threw me into a bit of a panic. Seriously, who puts feta on potatoes without warning?

I tried to rationalize with myself that A) the feta was likely pasteurized anyway if it was being served at a chain restaurant, B) I didn't eat any of it that I'm aware of, C) Listeria is extremely rare anyway, D) Just because something has the potential to carry listeria doesn't mean that it is definitely contaminated, E) My doctor has never seen a case of listeriosis, and F) None of the food recall advisement sites (yes I subscribe to these, call me paranoid), make any mention of any feta recalls in this area.

I think I'm having a hard time getting past the feta thing because we've come this far and a part of me is so very afraid that something will go wrong at the last minute. Is that a stupid thought? My husband thinks so.

So now what? I guess I'll take another walk today and just keep hoping that something will happen. I am so ready to meet this baby girl. I am desperate to transition to the next step. I think this last week has been the hardest and longest of my whole pregnancy. And the brutal heat of summer really isn't helping.

PS- Thank you to the anonymous commenter who left the nicest comment on my last post. You made my day!

PPS - [Update] I don't know why I didn't do this yesterday, but I just called the restaurant we ate at and asked them if their feta is pasteurized. It is. As is all of their cheeses. So I guess I can stop fretting now. My husband has told me before that when I feel like I can't control something (for example, waiting for labour), then I pick something unrelated and try to control that to an insane degree. I think he's right. I am feeling so nervous and hormonal right now, I guess I just needed something to focus my white-hot laser beam of anxiety on. I am so happy and excited but so anxious and emotional at the same time. I feel like I could burst into tears at any moment. Please don't misunderstand, I still feel like the luckiest girl in the world; I am so amazingly blessed to be experiencing this miracle. I am honestly and truly happier now than I have ever been. But I think I'm overwhelmed. Overwhelmed physically. Overwhelmed with anticipation. Overwhelmed with nervous anxiety. Overwhelmed with a million emotions racing around in my head at the same time. OK so now you're privy to the deep dark secrets of a very heavily pregnant expectant mum. Probably too much to share with all of cyberspace. But oh well, if you can't be totally honest in your own blog then why bother having one?

Yup. You Guessed It.

Still not in labour.

My responses to the zillions of well meaning phone calls and emails coming in have become like a template.

Insert one:
"No, baby's not here yet."
"No, we're not in labour."
"Yes, I am hot/uncomfortable/anxious/ready to pop."
"Yes, baby girl does seem to be taking her time."
"Thank you for telling me the story of your cousin/friend/sister/mum/coworker who went three weeks overdue."
"Yes, you are on the list of people to call when the baby arrives."

Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter. I know how blessed and lucky I am to be here. It's endearing how many people have come out of the woodwork to show they care. I really do appreciate it. It's just hard because I really don't have any significant news to share (unless they want to hear about my mucous plug ha ha).

Speaking of my mucous plug, I think maybe what I was describing was actually bloody show. I talked to a few of my girlfriends who have recently given birth and they tend to think that at least the first part of what came out was show, rather than plug. Interesting. Still doesn't mean that labour will be starting soon with any certainty. But it does mean that things are happening, albeit at their own pace.

I don't have too much of an update from yesterday. I went on several short walks that probably amounted to about 2km in total, so not bad. Had a few minor BH contractions during the day but nothing major. Interestingly, at night, I was awoken with some seriously incredible back pain that seemed to come in waves. It made me gasp it hurt so much. Weird that the pain was in my back, rather than my uterus, and it seemed to be on one side more than the other. It was pretty bad and for a while there I thought maybe it was finally the start of labour. But eventually I fell back asleep and so whatever it was, was relatively short-lived. I had these pains again toward the morning, but somehow I incorporated them into my dream and didn't wake up. But I know I was having them.

This morning I feel just fine and dandy. Great! Tomorrow is our official due date and even though I'm well aware that only 5% of women actually give birth on their due date, I sure wouldn't mind being one of them.

Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About My Mucous Plug (*But Were Afraid To Ask)

So here I am posting this morning, obviously not at the hospital. Yesterday was largely uneventful, save for a handful of random fairly painless BH contractions. Around 4pm, D and I found ourselves just sitting around the house, being hot and feeling anxious, so he had the great idea to go out to see a movie and get dinner. He thought it would take our mind off things and at least give us a chance to sit around in some air conditioning, instead of the melting inferno that is our living room.

So we decided to hit the movie theater and we ended up seeing Pineapple Express. It was alright, not great, not terrible. Someone in the theater was smoking up, which I didn't appreciate being preggers and all; but living in Canada it was not much of a surprise. I looked around but in the darkened theater I couldn't pinpoint where the pot smoke was coming from, otherwise, I might have asked the smoker to knock it off. I find that being pregnant has given me at once a zero bullshit tolerance as well as a serious set of steel balls.

About halfway through the movie, I started having contractions again. These were actually somewhat painful and I motioned to D what was happening with a "thumbs up". Afterwards, we went to dinner at this little Italian place and the contractions continued, albeit very randomly. Later that evening at home, I had a few more contractions here and there, but nothing significant.

The most exciting part of yesterday came just before bed when I discovered that I lost some mucous plug. (*I don't want to gross anyone out here so I will save the detailed description of my mucous plug for the blue asterisks-marked portion at the very bottom of this page. Read at your own risk. Personally, I was very curious about what to expect with regard to this ominous mucous plug I'd heard so much about, so I thought maybe someone else out there would like a detailed description of mine. If it's too gross for you, or if you're reading this post over lunch, I would recommend skipping the last bit...)

My mucous plug came out during the course of last night, in pieces. Every time I'd go to the washroom, I'd find some more. I'm not sure if it's still coming or if it's all out now. But I have to say that it was a welcome, happy discovery to finally feel like there is some action afoot. I feel like labour is coming now. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. Progress is being made.

I have decided to post every morning from here on out until we're at the hospital. That way, if you don't see a post from me one day, you'll know we're giving birth! 









*OKAY now for the detailed description of my mucous plug:
The first bit came out and was roughly the size of a quarter. It was not what I expected it to look like as all the books describe it as a clear, blood-tinged snot-like substance. The first bit of mine looked more like brown jam - there were no clear bits at all. It was still translucent, like jelly, but it was much darker than I had expected.

As the evening progressed, it became more clear and slimy. Still tinged with brown but getting lighter and lighter. And unfortunately, a lot of it slid right into the toilet before I could get a chance to examine it, much to my dismay. I think towards the morning it even might have had bits of white in it, but that cannot be confirmed.

I will say that I could feel it sliding out. It felt like a gush of slime. Only time will tell if I've lost it all or if there is more to come.  All told, if I had to wager a guess, I'd say the entire plug so far has been roughly half the size of a roll of dimes, maybe a bit bigger.

Losing one's mucous plug is encouraging to say the least. I am so hoping this marks the beginning of labour!

From Zero To Sixty And Back Down Again

After yesterday's membrane stripping, I started contracting. Just irregular Braxton Hicks contractions, mind you, but some of them were a bit painful. D and I went for a really long walk in the hopes of moving things along. I was contracting the whole time. We were getting excited. When we got home, the Braxton Hicks contractions started getting really regular and quite uncomfortable. They were coming on average 7-8 minutes apart, and this lasted for over an hour. I really started wondering if this was it. D was sure we'd be heading to the hospital in the very near future.

But then, the contractions started getting irregular, coming at 6, 11, 7, 4, 8 and finally 20 minutes apart. After a while they just tapered off altogether.

So we went to bed. I did have a few contractions in the middle of the night that were painful enough to wake me from sleep, but nothing came of them. When I woke up this morning and realized that I felt just dandy, I got a little discouraged. At this point, I have no idea what's going on.

So far this morning, I have had a couple of painless BH contractions, but nothing to write home about. I will be taking another really long walk today in hopes of getting things going again.

I'll post again tomorrow morning with an update if we're not at the hospital. (But here's hoping for a post-less tomorrow!)

These Membranes Are Stripped. And How!

Goodness gracious, having your membranes stripped is quite the painful experience! I guess I have to chalk it up to some extra practice for the pain of labour. But I'm getting ahead of myself, let me start from the beginning...

Had my LAST weekly doctor's appointment today before my due date. Baby is doing fine (yay!) and my cervix is soft and dilated 1-2 cm. And baby girl's head is "fully engaged". Thank goodness for progress!

So my doctor asked me if I wanted her to strip my membranes. Without a moment's hesitation, I blurted out "YES!" which was surprise even to me. I didn't even think about it, I guess I'm just ready to get this show on the road. Before she got started, I asked Dr. R if there are any side effects or risks to the baby that come along with stripping one's membranes. She replied that there would likely be some spotting and cramping afterwards, and there is a very slight chance of breaking my water, but there is no risk of harm to the baby. Before I knew it, I was on the table with feet in stirrups and Dr. R was asking me to take a deep breath...

With a gloved hand, she got waaaay up there and essentially swirled and pushed and pumped my cervix quite violently I might add, eliciting quite a bit of pain. Dr. R just kept telling me to try to relax, take deep breaths, and to trust her this hurts a lot less than labour. It really did hurt, yowza! And after about 30 seconds, it was done. She pointed out that I was contracting already, which is to be expected after one's membranes are violently stripped. Whoa.

When I finally was able to get off the table, get dressed and make my way out of the exam room, I noticed that everyone in the waiting area was looking at me. The receptionist started laughing and said, "are you OK? We could hear you all the way out here!" How embarrassing. I guess I must have been squealing and howling with quite a bit of volume. Thank goodness it was my last appointment for awhile!

I have been contracting on and off since my appointment this morning, which Dr. R said is to be expected. Let's hope it keeps up! They're not bad contractions at all, and I'm not even sure if I should be timing them at this point as I'm fairly certain they're just Braxton Hicks. I'm going to take a nice long walk today and hopefully that will keep up the pre-labour momentum.

Before I left the appointment, Dr. R said there was a decent chance that I could be in labour by the weekend if the membrane stripping worked. But then she was quick to add that it was also totally possible that it didn't work and if my body and my baby aren't ready to go, then nothing will happen. So we'll see what transpires.

If you don't see a post from me in the next couple of days, I think you can assume we're at the hospital! I'm trying not to get my hopes up here, but it's hard not to get a little excited. The idea that I could be holding my baby girl by this weekend is, well, there are just no words. Fingers crossed!

Take Cover Vancouver

She's gonna blow!

39 weeks pregnant...

39 Weeks Today

Only ONE week to go before our due date. I am so ready.

Despite my minute-to-minute anticipation and my thorough preparations, I have not felt like labour is coming soon at all. I am hoping I'll be one of those women who get taken by surprise, despite her complete and total lack of any labour signs. I have not lost any mucous plug, and really haven't had any Braxton Hicks contractions. Honestly, I feel fine, despite being pretty darn uncomfortable. Maya pushes so hard sometimes that it almost makes me lose my breath. She's just so big now! I do feel a fair amount of pelvic and rectal pressure, especially in the evenings. But other than that, I really haven't felt any different at all. I'm just really anxious.

The most frustrating part is that I know it's all out of my hands. My need to control just can't apply in this case. There is literally nothing I can do to make baby girl want to be born. No amount of acupuncture, tea, spicy food, or long walks will make any difference if my baby and my body aren't ready. Letting go of the steering wheel is so hard for me.

I'm starting to worry that I baby girl is going to be born late - like really late. I sincerely hope this is not the case. I am an impatient soul at the best of times and I think every day that we go past our due date will be nothing less than torture for me and my anxieties.

Everyone's telling me to enjoy this time - to make the most of the quiet and solitude. While I definitely understand this sentiment, I honestly feel like D and I have waited so long to be parents that we're just past all that. We're ready to meet our daughter. We're ready to be parents. We're ready for our lives to change. If Maya only knew how desperately we love her already.

D just got an email from his mum saying that she has a feeling that today is the day...From her mouth to G-d's ears!

Look To The Stars

In an attempt to figure out just when this labour thing might go down, I employed the resources of Madame Zaritska, internet clairvoyant. Unfortunately, M. Zaritska was less than helpful. She informs me that I am going to have a boy, who will be born bald. She also adds that the weather will be rainy when I go into labour. Meanwhile, three ultrasounds have confirmed that we are having a girl who has lots and lots of hair already. And it's the middle of a summer heat wave in my neck of the woods.

So the wait continues. Still no signs of impending labour. Nothing at all.

*Sigh*

Where We Be

Saw that locum again today at my doctor's appointment. After a very painful internal exam, she informed me that my cervix is still only 1cm dialated and remains posterior, but it is very soft. She also said that baby girl's head is really low, adding that "everything is exactly as it should be" for 38 weeks. She also casually mentioned that during my internal exam she "accidently stripped my membranes...a little bit". I guess it's not hard to do when one is feeling around in there. I didn't want her to do it, but maybe it will help to get things going a bit.

Maya is no longer posterior, I am happy to report. I never really agreed with the doctor's assessment last week when she said she was. I think baby girl flips back and forth and if she is ever posterior, I don't think she stays that way for very long.

The only thing that got me a bit excited during today's appointment was that the doctor doesn't think Maya will be late. I don't know why she thinks that, and I don't know how much I trust her opinion in general, but hey, I'll take it. It would be great if Maya comes on time (or even early! how about today? hehe). I am just feeling so ready.

So that's that. I would have liked to have more exciting news to report but the absence of any bad news is good enough for me right now.

38 Weeks Today

Remember in my last post when I stoically stated that I could be patient? Well, as it turns out, not so much. I should change my blog name to The Waiting Game.

Every day I wake up wondering "Is this the day"? I am getting increasingly more surly as the minutes pass, and I am still showing absolutely NO signs of labour. I am uncomfortable, crabby, anxious and just feeling really ready.

But alas, baby girl seems to have no intention of coming out to meet us any time soon. I have a feeling she thinks just like her dad - why go out when you can stay inside where it's warm, comfortable and there's plenty of food? I haven't lost any mucous plug, despite checking several times a day. Besides some occasional pelvic and/or rectal pressure, I honestly feel nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, I haven't even had a single Braxton Hicks contraction in what seems like ages!

I don't mean to complain. I know I should be enjoying this time, making the most of these last couple of weeks. And I am trying to be patient; I really am. I just feel like I'm in this weird limbo. I mean technically, she's not even late yet so I have no reason to be antsy, really. But on the other hand, I am so incredibly excited and filled with anticipation to meet my baby girl and finally be a mother. It's a strange time.

As long as she's healthy and happy, I guess baby girl can come out whenever she's ready. But I sure wouldn't mind if it's sooner, rather than later.

No one has ever been pregnant forever, right? RIGHT?