The day after I found out I would not be able to have children, I took a road trip with my Mom for a baby shower that I was hosting for my best friend from college. Pretending to be happy for my friend, while knowing that I’d never share in that type of joy, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. With the help of Mom, my friends, and hours and hours of therapy, I stumbled through that weekend and through the ups and downs of the next few years.
Five years later, I’m lucky to call a two and half year old my son. I can assure you, try as I might– I’m no Wonder Mama but most days being his Mommy is wonderful. Other days, well. . . . we all have those days. Through this blog, I will document our journey and my struggle to be a single, working Wonderish Mommy.