Aw yes... the year has arrived. I will be 35 this year. For some reason, the general societal consensus seems to be that once you are 35, you are washed up and past child bearing years. I certainly hope that's not the real truth. After taking last year to alter our lifestyle to include less stress which was affecting my health.... with some other changes this year, we hope this could be our year.
I've had so many friends lately either announce a pregnancy or give birth; it's taking a toll on me for some reason as of late. Why is it I don't have that same feeling with my newborn photography? The personal connection to the friends I suppose? I'm over joyed for them, don't get me wrong. But lately when I hear or see anything related to their pregnancies, it's a mix of joy and sadness. I find myself this year doing a lot of "why not me" questions.
The other day I pondered a lot and reflected on some feelings I was having. I fee like some days I'm missing a purpose. Yes I have a wonderful husband, amazing fur-baby, and a job I love. But there's this empty feeling in my heart and soul. A part of me is missing. A part of me is empty. It's quiet in this place. I want to wake in the night to a crying baby. I want to change my own child's dirty diapers. I want to brush their hair, love them when they fall, guide them when they falter. I want to see my husband's eyes in our child. See their grandparents gush all over them.
Why not me? Have I done something wrong to not be good enough to be a mother?