I wrote MPS a love letter this morning. Here’s a line from that letter, “Sometimes the love is so overwhelming that I feel like a wave has crashed over me and I’m drowning happily in you.” He makes me so very happy. My friends make me so very happy. My life in this cosmopolitan city make me so very happy.
Being on this path to getting pregnant, I sometimes feel like I have limited vision. I get so consumed with wanting to achieve a goal that I forget what it is that makes me happy. Do I really want a baby, now at 28?
I’m a very self absorbed girl. My life is about me and MPS. He works a ton; thus, I socialize a ton. My life is good. Dare I say it feels pretty fulfilled and complete. A baby is going to change everything. Will I feel trapped with a little one?
I am in this wonderful state of bliss. Is this a fake happiness created in my Prozac world?
