Well, the time has come to say goodbye to my uterus. Tomorrow is the big day, and although my uterus and I have had a long love-hate relationship, it will still feel like a part of me is missing.
Ha ha! Get it? A part of me is missing? Because, like, a part of me WILL be missing after...sorry, a little bit of pre-surgery humour.
When I was small, I just assumed that one day I'd have 3 or 4 kids at least. And a husband that made millions. Sadly, neither of those came true. But, I'm so lucky to have my nieces, and even luckier not to have any of my ex-boyfriends as husbands.
So, while this is the final nail in the coffin, and while I will always rue the fact that I never was able to experience the joy of pregnancy or having a child of my own, there is a happiness in knowing that I will not have to deal with the issues I have since I was 12. Especially recently.
But still. I would have loved to know my children. I imagine them to be boys, curly red-haired boys. And one girl who would grow up to be the next Gloria Steinem. They would all have blue or green-ish eyes, and very curious. And self-confident.
But, this is my fate and I accept it. I have a bunch of kids I can love and spoil, and then give back to their parents so I can go home and have a nap. Not very many people can say that.
I'm very lucky.
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