And so I have been feeling the “woulda-coulda‚Äôs” lately. My last baby turns 2 soon. The plain truth is that this blog, business, hobby, passion…obsession…is all to fill some kind of unexpected void.
I am a 34 year old women, (and strangely still have a hard time classifying myself as an adult, as to type ‘women‚Äô felt awkward…) I have 3 of my own children, and an awesome stepson. I am just horrible at being pregnant, however healthy I may be, I am miserable from start to finish. After our last baby, my husband had a vasectomy.
It was the right choice. Really though, for financial reasons, and also for sanity reasons, it was. But not for my heart. What is so unfortunate is that these feelings did not arise until I was driving my husband home from his procedure. My son was 6 weeks old.