Today we are having a "party" at the office.
The VP looks like she is going to pop soon, she's carrying her first child. I'm thrilled and happy for her, but yes, a little jealous, too.
I have the two greatest children any mom could hope for. I know that. Does that make me shallow to regret not being able to have any more?
I'm getting divorced from their father, I am not looking to get married again, and I don't even know that I would want any more, but the option to do it has been taken from me, and even now, two years later, it gets to me sometimes.
Being pregnant was the most magical time in my life. I guess it's just hard to really say goodbye to that feeling.
Here's hoping to other magic in my future.