Baby Please Come Home
About a year ago, if someone would have casually asked me some variant of “do you have any children?” I would have given them an emphatic “no!” maybe even a “hell no.” But now, when someone asks, I get this wave of sadness, this incomplete, unwhole, terrible feeling. My “no” is filled with grief and disappointment and barely any hope. Sure things are starting to move along, and sure I havent been waiting nearly as long as some other people, and sure my journey has been relatively easy, but nonetheless, I still feeling empty inside. Its crazy that in the course of a year, I could go from whatever I was to just someone waiting for the chance to be a mom.
