Is there anything I wish I could provide more to my husband than a surprise baby? A la “This is 40.”
Does anyone else have a husband who wants a big family and they can’t provide it for them because they are terminally infertile?
I feel like I am totally alone.
I wish I was Leslie Mann hiding my third pregnancy. In real life, there would be a ticker tape parade in my honor if I could provide such a thing.
I will never provide such a thing.
And it is forever, forever, a black, black mark against me.
And. That is hard to live with.
This is quite possibly the perfect song for my dilemma.