I expressed this to friend C — who is pregnant — the other night, and she assured me that “it happens when it’s supposed to happen.” She told me about a friend of hers who was TTC, and was disappointed that it was taking so long. After a year of trying, she got pregnant within two months of her sister, so they got to go through the whole experience together! She said then that she understood that it really did happen when it was supposed to happen.
C said that she used to think that way, but really, there are good things and bad things with every time of year. Sure, it’s extra-uncomfortable in the summer months, but if you’re waddling around in the middle of winter, you’re worried about slipping on ice or giving birth in a snowbank when your car gets stuck (eek!).
So I am going to try really hard to not care about my age — or which month it “happens” in …
… Really ….
… Although it couldn’t hurt to cross your fingers for September. Maybe the third time really is the charm!
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.)