I have been reading up on Pagan pregnancy and parenting, and found myself snorting at people who said things like "I had a vision of a Himalayan spirit, so we went to the Himalayas to conceive our baby." (Something along those lines...) I was laughing at the sunshine and moonbeams of it all, until I realized- MY baby is a Merry-begot. (Although I know who his father is.) Conceived on Beltane, due by Imbolc. I'm THAT witch. The one that I would totally make fun of, the one who you just know would be a judgemental pagan. I'm the one with the smug "the Goddess helped me conceive" story- The Morrigan got me knocked up. Yes, I'm serious. The Mr. and I have wanted a baby for some time, but it just wasn't happening. We were worried that we just couldn't, even though nothing was medically wrong with either of us. (Well, nothing that would inhibit conception.) And then I asked HER for help.
Before this, we had resorted to wrapping eggs in underwear under our bed (in a box covered with cherubs and red ribbon, no less!), using ovulation predictors, and "trying" as much as possible. No baby. A good friend made us a fertility poppet (shout out, but I don't wanna use your name to get people to read my blog!) and I realized hey, Beltane is near...so we decided to petition The Morrigan on that day, then relax and let the magic flow. Just as I leave my hair unbound in circle, or when I'm working a spell, I was going to unbind my mind and stop worrying about the whens and ifs of conception, and try to trust that it would happen when it was time.
Can I tell you- Holy Crap, She works fast.
What did I do, you ask?
First, I smeared some of my "sacred bajingo juice" (TM some crazy dude in a blogs comments section) on the poppet and kept it under my pillow. The Mr. did the same for his matching rune pillow, but kept it in his wallet. (Which is always in his pocket, conveniently close to the baby making organs.)
Next, I whipped up an herbal blend and sprinkled some under my sheets and used the rest as an incense during my ritual. I also started sipping raspberry leaf tea and red clover tea. (red clover was also in the herbal blend- good for fertility AND The Morrigan!)
On Beltane night, I did a (quick) little invocation to The Morrigan, asking that she bless me with a child. I used a small taper candle and meditated on it until the candle went out, which doesn't take all that long. This is when I heard the hooves. As soon as I heard the sound of galloping, I knew that Macha (the Mother aspect of The Morrigan, in my belief) was listening. I didn't know what Her answer would be, but She let me know She had heard me...so I went on to the second (and fun!) part of the ritual...I don't really have to elaborate here, do I? ; )
All of this being done, we finally relaxed. We didn't even try after that, due to a mix of being sick, work stress, and trusting that when it was time, we would know.
Cut to one month later, June 1st. I had been having flu-like symptoms, and PMS that lasted for two weeks. I took a test, and BAM! Two pink lines. Not believing my eyes, I took another. And another. I ended up taking seven. All positive. I was shocked- the only time possible for conception would have been Beltane.
Again, I heard the hooves, and I knew. I was officially running with Macha.
Now, I am a little over six months along, and I know She is with me. I give thanks to Her every day, and will make sure my son knows that he is Kellan Robert NicMacha S.
So yeah, I'm now THAT witch, the smug pagan with the story...and I wouldn't trade that story for anything, because as I feel my little rainbow trout kick in my belly, I feel the hand of my Lady on my shoulder. At Her side are others- the Ladies that have been gathering around me for almost a year- Cerridwyn, Brigid, and...Freya. (The Freya thing should have been a clue, right? Celtic pantheon girl, suddenly joined by Freya...hmmm...) Cernunnos dances circles around them. Behind them stand my ancestors and guides. To the side, and a little above, I'm starting to notice little flickers. My son's guardians and guides, perhaps?
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