On Her Way

The first road leads west. It’s lined with fertility pills, hormone shots, and artificial technology. Cold metal instruments, long thin tubes, and “You-have-to-squeeze-me-in-TODAY” type of appointments.

I hate what I see. But the crowds urge me on. They say, “Isn’t it worth it?”

Is that what I’m supposed to think? Anything for a baby? Anything? Everything? Peace of mind? Sanctity of body? All those hard earned dollars we’ve saved?

There’s another way. I can help myself – heal my body and emotions and spirit. The hurdles are big, but not insurmountable. The path is slow. Dark. I take one step and look for the next. The doctor scoffs. The relatives sigh. My husband says, “If this is the path you want to take, count me in.” And he’s along for the journey.

I know my body is capable of conceiving naturally.
I know the drugs will do nothing but mess with my system and prolong the process.

So I spin on my heels and turn my back on the well-beaten path. I make my way through the tall, thick reeds. I piece together my own map of instinct and wisdom and faith.

Mama’s on her way, my love.