I’ve just had a lovely catch up with an old friend today. She’s shared pictures of her four lovely grandchildren. As I’m never going to become a nan I felt this pang in my stomach. I always saw my life unfolding with grandchildren and whilst I’ve got two lovely adult children, I do feel rather sad they won’t be having any.
Is anyone going through this or gone through this or any words to help me stop feeling sorry for myself. Please be kind, thanks