Clinging on to tenacious hope I can have a child one day, if I'm lucky/ if my body heals enough to risk pregnancy.
Sometimes though I spiral and think, what if I move mountains to have a child and end up being a terrible mother? What if I inadvertently fuck up my longed-for child?
Most people appreciate that parenthood is a mammoth responsibility, but there's no way of knowing how hard you will find it until the kid has arrived...
Perhaps the fact I'm thinking like this is an alarm bell not to do it, maybe it's only insane hormones making me want motherhood 