Evolution from Superwoman to Gangsta

As we’re in the midst of the last hours of 2011, t’s time to take that customary look back through the year. 2011 didn’t deliver any major sweeping changes to my everyday life. Baby Me job, same house, same big-headed husband and goofy children. 2011 also didn’t deliver any babies, and that’s where the change did take place. It occurred to me a couple of days ago that this was the first year in the past 13 in which I wasn’t either pregnant or trying to get pregnant. For the first time in 13 years, I wasn’t actively involved in trying to resolve my infertility or someone else’s.

I sat here dumbfounded when that realization came to me. I didn’t exactly know how to feel about that for a moment. One one hand, I felt immensely grateful that the products of that 13-year scrap with infertility were my own four Minions and one cheeky surrobaby. On the other hand, old wisps of lingering guilt resurfaced, because I felt like my body gave out before my heart did. I still have fight left in me, and knowing that my body retired from surrogacy before my heart was ready to still sometimes makes me a bit sick to think about.

Naturally, my next thoughts turned to this blog. It is here (or on my old blog) where I processed the highs and lows of infertility, love, and loss. With surrogacy no longer a major focus of my life, I’d also lost the focus of my blog. I felt like I’d written myself into a corner. I wasn’t physically doing anything related to surrogacy and infertility, but mentally, I was still running circles around myself. I couldn’t get those thoughts out on my old blog (I’m a Smart One, for those of you who weren’t here with me then) had begun to feel alien. There were too many emotional associations attached to it.  I just wasn’t that Superwoman anymore. I couldn’t be. It sounds supremely lame to phrase it this way, but I had a bit of an identity crisis. Just who the hell was I if I wasn’t out kicking infertility’s ass anymore?

It took some time, but I figured it out. A superhero is a badass who saves people. A gangsta is just a super badass.

I can live with that, and learning to was really what my 2011 was mostly about.

WORD.

11 Comments

  1. El Cinco's Gran-Gran on December 30, 2011 at 3:34 pm

    I can live with that too!

    My year was a fantastic one. One full of “wait til next year, I’m going to do x,y, and z. Let’s see if I do it. Not resolutions per se but a going back to what I use to do organizationally as well as physically. I need to get back to the lean, mean, kick as fighting machine I use to be.

    Word!!!!!!!!



  2. Poppy on December 30, 2011 at 5:08 pm

    Looking forward to knowing your bad assery better in 2012!



  3. Baby Smiling In Back Seat on December 30, 2011 at 8:58 pm

    Happy New Year, you effing badass.



  4. a on December 30, 2011 at 9:44 pm

    You are a badass…



  5. Kristin on December 30, 2011 at 10:15 pm

    Happy New Year my bad-ass gangster friend. I love you thugette!



  6. Chickenpig on December 31, 2011 at 8:39 am

    You are still opening up cans of whoop ass! Never stop fighting. Even if your body can’t fight for infertility anymore, your words are mighty powerful.

    I have one more cycle left on my insurance. I’m glad you’ll be around to drive the getaway car. I need a strong posse after what happened this time. Infertility is going DOWN in 2012.



  7. julie gardner on December 31, 2011 at 1:15 pm

    Your words make me want to fight.
    In a good way.

    Cheers to a kick-ass 2012.
    For real.



  8. Sara on January 1, 2012 at 5:58 pm

    FWIW, you’ll always be a hero to me.



  9. StacieT on January 2, 2012 at 1:18 am

    Yes. A gangst badass is perfect. 🙂 Happy 2012 to you, my friend!



  10. Unknown Mami on January 7, 2012 at 7:54 pm

    May 2012 be the year you reach levels of super badassdom you had no idea existed.



  11. Barb on January 13, 2012 at 7:25 pm

    🙂