I don't think I'll ever be a mother. And to that I say, "Thank you, Grand Design," as well as, "That's all I ever wanted to be, what's wrong with me?" I feel relieved as well as inadequate. Is there something that makes me deficient? Is there something that I'm not getting? They say, "Only the dumb are procreating," so am I not dumb enough? Whatever that means. I don't know. Theres this whole part of my life that I feel I'm going to potentially miss out on. And I have to be ok with that. If I worry too much, it might really come to be. And then what would I do?















