Confusion

I guess this journey started nearly two years ago. For a decade, I kept asking my doctor to tie my tubes and┬ávehemently, she refused. Then post 30th birthday and meeting the man of my dreams, I started having thoughts, not specific thoughts, but “confusing-the-hell-out-of-me” thoughts.

  • What did it mean?
  • Who was I?
  • What did I want?
  • Why, were such bizarre thoughts roaming the mind that I mindfully tend to daily, swishing around causing inner turmoil?

I would not realise until a few weeks ago, that what I wanted, I fought all this time or what started forming in my minds eye, is becoming reality.

New Mom Diaries, Day 18.