My body runs like clockwork–I am never late. This month though, I was four days late! I was sure I was preggo.
I had some mixed feelings over that concept. If I were planning to have a baby, this certainly wouldn’t be the time I’d choose. However, I also believe that things happen as they are meant to, so if I was pregnant, it was meant to be.
Took the test last night, and this was the result we got…
I was very disappointed.
Apparently four days is long enough to begin to imagine your life changing–and liking the idea–a lot. To overlook (at least temporarily) the fears and doubts of becoming a mother again at the age of 40. And to start dreaming of holding that little bundle in your arms…soothing him or her when they cry…seeing the first smile, the first step… *sigh*
What’s meant to be will be…
Real World Mom Unplugged 