Everybody's Doing It

Just to be clear, this is not my child. It is actually my first nephew, due to my brother and his wife in early February. When I heard they were expecting back in June, my first reaction (okay, after the squealing) was to be sad that I would be in France for most of the pregnancy. It has been a real bummer to be far away from my fam while this excitement is brewing. Then, back in September, I found out that my same-age cousin and her husband are pregnant as well, due in March. For real, babies are popping up everywhere. Oh yeah, and another friend/former coworker is due in April. The fact that I only hear about these babies-to-be once they exist makes it appear to take no effort at all to fabricate them. That mustn't be the case, just going by the law of averages, but the sudden-seeming-ness of the announcements makes it all look so easy. On the one hand, I envy these [falsely] instant pregnancies. On the other, as N reminded me recently, I should be enjoying the heck out of these last no-baby-on-the-horizon weeks and months. And I am. It's just that I like to be good at everything I attempt, and ridiculously, that includes things over which I have no control, that are about luck and circumstance rather than talent. Before last night's test, N and I discussed how we would feel about the various possible results, and agreed that if it were positive, we would be pretty impressed with ourselves. But let's face it: the odds of conceiving when you're not ovulating are downright minimal, and the current state of affairs has led me to believe that that may be what is going on. I may be good, but nobody's that good.