Life without Children
Another year has gone by...17+ to be exact and I'm still that woman without kids. Ever since I was 13, I dreamt I would be a mom. An awesome mom. I was good with kids, loved children a lot and already set strategies to raise the best kids in the world. I wanted at least 2. 12 years later, I wasted no time in "Let's wait for a year, enjoy the freedom and then have kids." I straight away jumped into trying and now...have given up. Given up because I had a hysterectomy 3 years ago as my life would have taken a traumatic turn for the worse if I hadn't. But for the 14 years that I had my uterus, I just hoped that someday maybe miraculously I would have my own baby, who I would love to bits. Walking past the baby shops and looking at those tiny clothes and gadgets...Even now I still walk into a store and hold baby clothes. I just bite my lip hard to avoid tearing up in public. Or stuffing a pillow in your dress and looking at the mirror thinking of endless possibili...