The day after Brian and I went out for dinner, the whole family was sitting at the dinner table and Brian joked that I had “Earth-shattering” news (meaning that we had a night out alone.) I played it up and announced to the kids that I was pregnant, which got a resounding lack of reaction. Basically “Yea, right” vibes were coming off the kids in waves.When I corrected myself and implied about our night off; gasps all around. Funny how some things sound completely implausible while others that would seem normal to most people - shocking!

In any case, I may have spoken too soon. For years now I have been using the Depro-Provera injection as my preferred method of birth control. However, lately, with rising concern about bone density loss, along with a slew of side effects that I found rather annoying (Weight-gain, acne and hair-loss just to name a few) I had decided to stop and move to a “safer” form of birth control. Namely the pill or perhaps Tubal Ligation.

Lately, I’ve been very iffy about getting my tubes tied. A lot of people I know are either pregnant or new mums and I have to admit to being very broody. Brian and I decided a long while ago that we were done having kids but while his resolve is still firm, mine wavers from time to time. I guess that internal clock ticks in your 30’s even if you already have kids!

In any case, my last injection was due at the beginning of March. In the last few weeks, I’ve experienced breast tenderness, nausea in the extreme, massive mood swings and other pregnancy symptoms. I highly doubt a pregnancy, as the average time to get pregnant after stopping DP is about 9 months, so 6 weeks (less if I really were pregnant) seems highly unlikely but I’ve scheduled a doctor’s appointment today anyway to confirm or rebuke the idea.

More likely, is that I’m experiencing more side effects. The one’s linked to stopping DP. Now I just need to decide if moving directly to another form of birth control is a good idea or if I should let my body have a break from external hormones before resuming. I will certainly asking the doctor for his expert opinion!

Most amazing of all, is the flood of emotions, nerves and worries that come with even the mere thought of possibly being pregnant!

Watch this space!

I am sitting here at 12:05 am waiting for a phone call so that I can go pick up our eldest daughter at a party in a nearby suburb.

When I was a kid (teen) I can remember only one time that my father ever gave me a lift to a friends house. I was about Chloe’s age (16 give or take) and my mother had gone to visit her best friend from high school, who lived in Mississauga, Ont. She had taken my younger siblings with her, leaving my father and I to fend for ourselves.

I wanted to sleep at my friend Nicola’s house, and he wanted to go to the pub with some buddies. I was floored when he offered to drive me there! You see, when I turned 11 and started high school I got a golden ticket. Back then it was called a bus pass and it meant that I was FREE. I could go anywhere on the Island of Montreal by myself and always had transport. Failing the bus, there was always walking or biking to get you where you needed to go. I don’t even remember my friends getting lifts that often… we always made plans to meet at the nearest bus stop or a connecting terminal.

These days, you daren’t let your teen go anywhere without knowing exactly where they are and how they are getting home. (Meaning you picking them up or a friends Mum picking them up.) I often pull double or triple duty, taking Chloe’s friends to wherever they are going, or dropping them home after. All the Mum’s take turns with this in order to ensure that the girls get home safely.

Some part of me is a little envious that these kids get chauffeured around like royalty while I bussed and walked in -40 degree temperatures to get where I wanted to go. Another part of me feels sad for them, that they’ll never experience the independence and freedom that I had as a teen.  It was certainly exhilarating going downtown at 12 to “Rock en Stock” or “The Labyrinth” for the latest rock album, t-shirt or poster.

Life, and the world sure has changed.

Just got the call.  Taxi-Mum on duty. 

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