There was a 4.0 earthquake in southern Maine last night and I felt it in my house. It was kind of hard to miss, because my entire house was shaking.
At first, I thought it was a truck coming down our very narrow, one-way street. Sometimes, when something as small as a UPS truck comes barreling down our street, you can feel the windows rattle. But the rumbling just kept going, gaining in intensity. I felt my teeth rattle in my head as I panned my view around the room. It was surreal. After about five full seconds, I realized what was happening: earthquake!
Five more seconds of rumbling and then it rolled away like disgruntled thunder grumbling across a stormy sky.
What was particularly surreal is that I was on a conference call at the time of the earthquake. The call leader lives in Western Massachusetts. She stopped mid-sentence and was like, “I’m sorry ladies – my whole house is shaking. I don’t know what’s going on.” I unmuted myself and chimed in that my house just shook as well and that I think we just had experienced an earthquake.
We both left the call, each having very different reactions. Our call leader was unsettled.
I, weirdly enough, was exhilarated.
I didn’t know what to do afterward, so I walked outside. Many of my neighbors were in the street. You could hear front doors opening and people shouting, laughing, talking in amazement. You could hear dogs howling and barking. The little kid who lives across the street was laughing and jumping up and down on the pavement, trying to make an earthquake of his own.
My next door neighbor joked: “I’m so glad I just spent all that money on a new foundation for the house.”
Thankfully, as rough a rumble as it was, we are fine. I went back inside and the only damage to be had was a few crooked pictures still hung on the wall and one magnet on the fridge had gone crashing to the kitchen floor.
I also realized that my cats had gone absolutely apeshit just before it happened. When I joined the conference call, I immediately had to mute myself because my cats were running around the house like they were on crystal meth. Just zoom zoom zoom from the kitchen to the living room, upstairs, downstairs and back again – they were practically galloping around the house at the speed of light. As soon as the house began shaking, I saw both Toro and Saba stop dead in their tracks and slink down to the floor, frozen, while their tails puffed up almost three times in size.
Once the rumbling stopped and I jogged downstairs to go check everything out, Toro slunk into the kitchen, his tail like a bottle brush. I didn’t see Saba for a good 15 minutes.
I hopped online to the USGS website and sure enough – the earthquake was already live on their site. Originally, it was listed as a 4.5 earthquake, the epicenter near Lake Arrowhead, Maine. If any of you are Stephen King fans, I was immediately suspicious. Over the next few hours it got downgraded and shifted to Waterboro, Maine. (Relief, I thought. Giant primordial monsters should not be waking me up in the morning.)
Still, I felt it 83 miles away.
My friend Natalie left a very funny comment for me on Facebook after it happened: “Keiko, don’t you know you’re never supposed to shake a baby?”
Comedy gold 🙂
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I had this moment of clarity, the momentary pregnant lady fog lifted from my brain for a few minutes afterward.
I thought of Japan. And Chile. And Turkey and Haiti and China. “Thank G-d that wasn’t worse,” I said to myself. I mean, in the moment it was kind of neat but when you count out ten seconds – I mean, do that right now – that’s a long time. I can’t imagine if that had gone on for just five more seconds, or even double that time, growing in intensity. I realized how lucky we were.
In a way, it really did leave me shaken.
And I had this reminder that even though beta numbers are strong and my other host of symptoms are all signs point to knocked up – this pregnancy is still totally out of my control. It’s still very early. And that’s when I suddenly wished Larry was home from New York, where he’s been since Monday for work. (He comes home this afternoon.)
I won’t lose the joy, nor will I feel guilty about it either (and thank you to the ever-amazing Pam Madsen for the reminder).
But I’ll tell you what: had I not gone through infertility, had we not done IVF with donor eggs, had we not spent the $11,000 that we have – this thought that it’s not in my control would have never occurred to me. I can shoot Crinone into my vag all day long but there are still no guarantees.
It’s an unsettling thought, one that I’m trying to push out of my brain for the sake of embracing joy right now.
But infertility… she’ll leave you with aftershocks, for sure.
loribeth says
I grew up on the Canadian Prairies, which is about as far away from anything earthquake related as you can imagine. Since moving to southern Ontario 25+ years ago, I’ve experienced a few earthquakes, none more than about 3 or 4 on the Richter scale, but unsettling enough, to be sure! The last one (which nonsequiturchica references above) was when I was at work, — on the 6th floor of a 65-storey office tower — and I could definitely feel it — a weird sort of swaying sensation. Another time, we were getting ready to go to work at home, and I heard a distinct rumble of thunder, even though it was a clear sunny day outside.
nonsequiturchica says
I lived in CT at the time of the last east coast earthquake (in DC). I was on the 19th floor of a building that was clearly not an earthquake-proof design and it was freaky. I couldn’t believe that I could feel something that happened in DC, but according to the news, because the east coast is made up of mainly rock underneath the surface, the vibrations travel farther.
Justine says
SO true. Even after you have children, after you survive successful pregnancies … there are STILL aftershocks. They come when you least expect them, and leave you shaken. *hugs* to you … and a breath with every step forward.
Jill says
Your cats are named Toro and Saba? I love it!!!!!
Shelley says
I can’t believe you felt it! I live the next town over and didn’t feel a thing. I was really disappointed too as I’ve ALWAYS wanted to experience an earthquake. Majah bummah! 😉
InDueTime says
Aren’t animals interesting right before natural “disasters”?
So glad it wasn’t worse than it was. <3
Jennifer says
I’m so happy for your positive!! When I got mine it was the most intense joy and fear and I have ever felt in my life. (until they told me it was time to push – then THAT was the most intense fear I have ever experienced 🙂 I hope you can relax and enjoy being pregnant a little bit! You are going to be such a great mom!
Maria says
Aftershocks galore, to be sure. Some of them positive (if an aftershock can be deemed positive). Like how you’ll simultaneously feel nervous until viability and absolutely treasure every single moment of the pregnancy experience. Parenting after IF is no different….it’s actually what keeps me from losing my cool most of the time. 😉