I can’t imagine what it would feel like if I was struggling with fertility.
Not having a baby in the last five years (haven’t tried, but still there’s that feeling) gives me enough of an empty space, I know life would not have been the same without my little critters.
Even when it’s a nothing’s going right, we can’t get anywhere on time, nobody can find their socks, and we’re serving dinner when mama realizes she has yet to brush her teeth kind of day, I’m so grateful for the experience of conceiving them, carrying them, birthing them and mothering them.
So grateful.
For all of you out there that I’m not working with directly or who are looking to share in the experience of mothering though were given this diagnosis of “infertility”, I want to encourage you to check out my post from Monday.
