Socializing With Fellow Child Free Not By Choicers
I felt my whole body present and peaceful before I opened my eyes. Light filtered in through our hotel window which faced Pittsburgh’s Point State Park, just to the side of Heinz field.
“I feel, like…..good” I stated to my husband (mornings for me have never exactly been a time of intellectual prowess). However, in the noticeably less plowing and more functional third year of grieving and mourning the loss of one’s children to infertility, feeling good still rates as news.
“I can’t quite explain it….” I meandered as I stretched my body and gulped in as much of my good feeling as I could, reflecting on our weekend in “the Burgh” with fellow blogger Kinsey. “I think I might feel…normal……..which is of course weird.”
The precious few times I’ve been asked to site the toughest aspect of what I go through, aside from not getting to have children, I always answer “the social ramifications”. Hovering in the backdrop of my response is the shaky, filmy sense that even I don’t yet really know what that means. Not fully, anyway. Read more