That baby pang

I'm super envious of people who are done having babes. Like done having them because they want to be done, not because they have  to be done due to other reasons, such as financial, illness, age, whatever. People who are legitimately done and want to be done and feel done. They rock. They suck. Whatever.

I feel like everyone I know is having babies this month. Perfect, beautiful, tiny babies. Something I will never have again. Something I mistakenly made the choice to never have again.

Yeah, I just wish I could be one of those people who were done because they truly felt done. But I’m not. And I’m going to have to accept that. Even though it sucks.