It is Friday night and I am in. Am I sad about it? No, I'm not. You see, my husband and I tried for more than five years to have a baby before our daughter arrived. I miscarried three times. I had to have surgery. I had to undergo fertility treatments. During those five years, I had non-stop freedom, could come and go as I pleased, was able to be out and about at all hours - and I was miserable about it. I wanted to be the mama at home putting munchkins to bed. In our 10th anniversary photo, taken on a Mediterranean cruise no less, I remember what I was thinking. I was positively pining for a child. I wondered if any other anniversaries would come and go without children to love. (Spoiler alert: none did. Our little girl was 6 weeks old when she accompanied us on our 11th anniversary dinner out.)
I just nursed my daughter and put her to bed, and I am pretty delighted about it. :)
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