Will I ever be ready to get rid of them?
I have a beautiful wriggling baby, one who’s learning to grasp things and roll over, and who will soon be babbling, and who fills my world with absolute joy, and yet I still take them out occasionally, and look at them, and remember August 31st, 2010.
|Black and white so you can tell it’s Oldey Timey Times and don’t think I’ve managed to get pregnant again without sex. Even though that’s how it happened the first time.|
It was a day of such intense hope and fear and happiness and love. It fucks me up that there are women who have longed for this sight for years and never seen it. It fucks me up that there are women who have seen it, sometimes again and again, and yet don’t have a child to wrap their arms around. I’ll be thinking of you all today, and especially the women I read who fall into that latter category: CGD, Augusta, Jennifer, Misfit Mrs., May, Egghunt, Andie and Twangy. I would wish you and your partners fortitude, but you obviously already have it. Ditto strength. Um…cake? Wine? Whatever might help today, I wish you that.