The Christmases my body ached for a baby.

I remember the Christmases my body ached for a baby.
The way I felt less than festive entering the party as the only non-pregnant or childless woman.
How my voice choked when a man told me I was “the luckiest lady there” because I could drink as much as I wanted.
The flash of panic across the toy shop assistant’s face when she asked how old my children were and I snapped back that I didn’t have any.
The anger I felt when another person asked if there was a baby coming soon, and went on to say we must be “having fun practicing”.
I remember how much it sucked, how it feels like you’re the only one.
I want you to know that you’re not.
Reach out this Christmas, to me, to a friend or counsellor, anyone.
You are loved.
You are worthy.
You are not broken.
[ID: Black and white portrait image of Anna, a white woman with a hand on her throat and another on her chest].


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