To have a baby. I pretty much will. Even if it involves a thousand people inspecting my uterus... wait I think that has already happened. Even it involves discussing my husband's sperm with the whole world.... oh no wait with the help of this blog, I think I've pretty much done that too. Even if it involves me eating meat when I haven't done so for twenty years, being a life-sworn-close-to-militant vegetarian, I would eat meat if it would help me have a baby. And last night I did! Eat meat I mean, not have a baby.
I am now no longer a herbivore but officially a carnivore! This is so unbelievable and I think demonstrates the lengths I will go to get pregnant and stay pregnant. Okay I know eating meat doesn't sound like a sacrifice, or even half as bad as having thousands of people look up your vagina. But to me it's a massive deal. I became a vegetarian on principle when I was ten years old. And I have never wavered in all that time. So last night was a momentous occasion, I had to get psyched up and talk myself into it - I just kept repeating that I was doing it for the baby, doing it for the baby, doing it for the baby... and before I knew it I had eaten four lamb keftas! I have to say they tasted gooooood.... and it wasn't as traumatic as I thought it would be. Though not calling myself a vegetarian anymore is very strange indeed. It was such a part of my identity and now I feel like I am leaving that part of me behind. Perhaps to welcome the new phase of my life that I have wanted and dreamed about for so long?
So welcome to any ICLWers who have visited my blog for the first time. Today you visit on a momentous day! The start of my life as a meat-eater and hopefully a more healthy-able-to-get-pregnant-and-stay-pregnant woman. The first step in the new plan. Accomplished.
Now for the rest.
