Tomorrow will be the end of my reproductive life. Because of some recent "unpleasantness", I'm having my insides redecorated. Not a total renovation - just a little remodel.
My kids have been vaguely aware this is coming. Tonight one of the teens asked about some details then, in all caring honesty, asked "So no more babies?"
Nope, no more babies my lovely. Hasn't really been an option for awhile, but willingly and knowingly shutting that door feels kinda sad. I have loved having babies more than I can relate with mere words. Me and my endometrium - it's been a good run.