I’ve gotten so used to telling the truth to all of you, and to family and friends, that it felt weird to pretend like we weren’t even thinking of it.
There were a couple of other girls there that are married but without kids yet. I felt like they were playing their cards close to their chest as well.
A few months ago, one of them commented to all of us that she would consider trying “in a few months.” Well, “a few months” has arrived, but no one asked her about it. I wanted to, but I didn’t want to be the obsessed girl who remembered a conversation from February.
In other news, remember the three preggo books I ordered? Well, crap, crap, and crappier — they have not arrived, and according to the tracking, appear to be stuck two provinces away.
The bad part is not that I’m impatient to read them — which, of course, I am — but that I had them shipped to the office … and am now terrified that because of the delay, they will arrive unexpectedly and someone else will open it. Geez.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)