I didn’t want this blog to be about childlessness and the awful emotional rollercoaster that a childless-but-not-by-choice life brings. I didn’t want to keep sharing that searing wrenching pain of disappointment and then the crazy giddiness of hopeful highs. That’s why I deleted my old blog. I deleted the entire thing. Pages and pages of bleh and aggh and ackk. Wiped out and wiped off the web forever. I have godchildren to love. I get to cuddle and spoil and sew for & craft with… and I get to send them home to their mom & dad when I’m exhausted, haha. We’re kinda having the “grandparent experience” and I’m loving it. This is my lot and it’s good. It’s good. We are blessed. It’s taken me a long time to feel this peace with my reality, my now. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t written much in this ‘new’ blog of mine.
This is not my old blog