Nearly a decade ago, KP and I become open to starting a family. It took us, however, 2 years of trying before I got pregnant with my first child. Once during that time, when my life was measured in fertility cycles and single pink lines, I tried to image myself in a future time of life, at the end of family building. If we were blessed to have any children at all, how would we know when we’d be done having kids? That stage of life seemed so far away, so impossible. There I was, deeply longing for the fulfillment of the fertility I believed I was supposed to have – how could I ever long for its cessation? The thought was impossible to imagine.
But now? Almost 10 years later?
Now I have three kids. And I am D.O.N.E.
I think?
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