And I can't get my head around it.
I want to set the scene here and state how utterly grateful I am for the three happy, healthy, thriving children I have. This is not a case of being ungrateful for my generous lot, but facing a new phase of life that I didn't consider before.
Since I was a little girl who could hold a baby doll in her arms, all I ever wanted to do was be a mum. I spent my entire childhood, teens and twenties looking forward to this hopefully happening one day.
Thankfully, it did, and I spent most of my thirties in the thick of it: pregnant, breastfeeding, toddler chaos, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. I absolutely loved it.
After the third, DH was very clear that there would be no more and all of his sensible, logical reasons are 100% right.
I'm now in my early forties, am clearly in perimenopause as my previously clockwork 29 day cycles are very erratic, and more like 45 days apart and I'm guessing annovulatory due to the lack of evidence of ovulation. Its just so new.
I spent my whole life looking forward to a certain point of my life, and that point is over. I guess it's like when you spend so long planning your wedding and when it's over, you feel a bit lost. We'll, I feel lost.
I still love mothering, and love my kids and enjoy nurturing them and know that I will be glad I didn't expand the family when the teen years hit. I know that motherhood (and life!) is about more than pregnancy and smelling new born babies' heads.
I'm just now at the point in my life when all the 'big stuff' that I had been looking forward to is over, and I feel very adrift.
My youngest child is 3 and I have a career that is quite rewarding, albeit full on. I haven't had time for hobbies in years. I guess that's something in the future. I started getting into fitness as my new 'baby' but some people told me the weight loss didn't suit me and made me look older.
I just sailing new seas and don't know what to do. Has anyone been in my shoes before and can relate?