"A Fucking Three Year-Old Doesn't Know The Guest List"

The inclusion/exclusion paradigm of kids vs. not.

At some point in going through infertility or having a bunch of miscarriages or God forbid a DNC or two, you realize: Hey, there’s a probable chance that I will never have biological kids. This is a hard realization, and you gotta deal with it in various ways. For me that’s included probably all of the grief stages + a few additional ones that I created…