This was a local event in my town. Lots of mommies and kids browsing booth to booth containing mommy pampering products and ending the street with a live Kidville Maestros performance. Lots of growing bellies as well. I can only imagine what the average "trying to conceiver" would feel like walking down this gated off street in this Parisian-like town. (Yes I said Parisian.)
It made me feel even more like I was on the tight rope balancing on that fine line between being a mom and wanting to be one so bad. Yes, I do have a son and don't get me wrong...I do feel completely blessed...just a bit incomplete. I really know what it feels like to want a child more than anything in the world. How to not be able to achieve what you feel your body and soul were meant to do can seem beyond devastating.
My son is the only kid in his preschool class that doesn't have a sibling. I know there isn't anything wrong about having just one child. Sometimes I feel like mine has the energy of 4 and that is enough for any mother to handle. But everyone is entitled to their dreams and desires to achieve their life goals.