I had set in my head the idea that I wanted 3 kids. This wasn’t since childhood was something I had decided in my 20s. Thought 3 was a good number.
But apparently the Universe had different plans. All my life all I wanted was to be a mom, as simple as that. I wanted kids and wanted to be a full time mom.
That was when I was 18.
Time passed. I passed my 20s.
I got married in my early 30s, took me 2 years to get pregnant and the birth was pretty traumatic.
My body and my brain decided they were not ready for a second child for 5 years and 3 years of actively trying also because my first was NOT as easy child. I was scarred.
My kids are 5.5 years apart.
I am now 44 … just turned 44. You won’t believe me if…
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