So guilty saying this. I love ds and it’s hard to imagine him not here, I wanted a baby so so so so much and when I have these moments of longing for pre baby times I do remember how much I wanted him and it usually snaps me back to reality. He’s 14 months now and I often think about life before him. I wonder if I would have chosen this if I knew how my old life would disappear? Probably I would still choose just but life will never be the same now. I loved alone time but I’m never truly alone now. Even when I’m doing my own thing without him, I’m still a mother, I’m never ever just me. This is what I struggle with most I think. I do enjoy him and know it’s a massive privilege to watch him grow. I also know on some level that without him that longing for a baby would never have gone away and it was so strong, it made me sad. So life is better now for having him. But I grieve my old life most days. Will this ever stop?