As a Child-Free Woman, Am I Allowed to Be Mediocre?
Or must I achieve something big to fill that child-shaped hole?
This morning I stared down at the proof that, for the twelfth month in a row, I am not pregnant.
Honestly, I’m beginning to give up on this trying-to-have-a-child lark. Lord knows it’s equally emotionally draining and annoying. I’m tired of it…