Found out first year of our marriage that things were bad on the male side and succeeded in getting pregnant 3 times, but all ended in miscarriage. Actually, one ended in miss miscarriage ie fetus died inside of me due to medical negligence.
Knowing the facts about children and the responsibility and how this world is, sadly did not stop my heart moaning for what was not happening UNTIL just saturday gone.
I was watching a young mum with her little daughter and all without the gnoring sense of lonliness that always hits me that drags me further away from my own species. I saw her suck deeply on a dummy, before placing it into her child's mouth and seen this action so many times and of course, it is to clean it; I get it, but for me it raised such an distaste that I thought: thank goodness I am not a mother!
Sorry, I know I sound as though I am generalising here, because there are many who are more, well, discreet perhaps is the word; but I have seen it or raising a child up high and smelling to see if they need changing lol
Then there is the eating. Oh my life! I have a weak tummy anyway and to deal with a baby being sick, is not my idea of fun and I could hardly ask my husband to clear it up
So, at the grand age of 48, I am glad that I am not a mother!