This blog was inspired by all the women I see who are dealing with the pain of being infertile. It seems just as being Catholic, or a wife, a daughter, a friend, an employee, etc. defines us, our inability to conceive somehow does as well.
But while most of you are at the beginning or somewhere in the middle of this journey, I'm at the other end. Being in my late 40s I know I am not going to get pregnant. I'm not going to be a mom.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, I okay with that. Now. I've come to terms with it and know it's not what God had planned for me.
But that doesn't mean I don't think about it. Himself and I were talking about it the other day. Had we had children, who would we be today?
I doubt we'd have our youthful good looks. ;-) I'd probably would have a few, okay, a lot more gray hairs and Himself would probably have less, hair that is.
Would I be gentle and patient like Michelle Duggar? Or would I be loud and snappish like Kate Gossling? How strict would I be? How afraid of the world and the big scary things out there would I be? Or would I be more appreciative of God's gifts and graces?
Makes me wonder.