So, I've got a story for you.
It's funny now, but wasn't at the time.
A couple of weeks ago, I was late. Not for the movies or for mass...but for my monthly date with a friend...we'll call her Flo.
Freaking out, I made a mad dash to Target with my kiddos in tow and grabbed a test. Fielding questions from my son about what was inside the box...I made the executive decision to pee on the stick in the restroom stall. Humbling, I know.
All humility out the door, I sat in a public restroom praying the "Hail Mary" aloud hoping that I wasn't expecting anything other than a period.
The test that day and for a few days following came back negative. I didn't get it. Why was I so late?
The morning that Flo did come to visit, I told my husband, "I'm good. I'm really happy with our family. Thankful for the health of our kids. Grateful that I get to experience mothering a boy and 2 girls. And, selfishly if anybody gets to be birthed in this mix...I'm ready for it to be me."
I feel bad claiming that I want my body back...but I do. I know that many women are yearning to have a baby and would be grateful for the opportunity and my heart goes out to them. To that end, I am happy to sell Claire. She's cute and doesn't take up too much space.
But for now, I'm ready to birth me and not a babe. Is that so wrong?