A few years ago, I was 30 something and single. I stopped believing that I would find the perfect guy, so I stopped looking. I wrote romance novels. I had friends. I had my apartment. I had a full time job. I figured I must have missed the boat in my twenties and that I had to accept my life as it was.
Children were definitely not on the agenda. I know many single women have children, but that just wasn't going to be me. I knew that. I took my bills and finances too seriously. I enjoyed my self centered life. I found time for vacations, not children.
Then everything changed. I met my husband. I honestly went out with him the first time because I had just cheered up a newly divorced friend who asked me 'what is dating like now?' The truthful answer was 'I wouldn't know.' She stared at me in shock, but I wasn't dating. Not in any true sense, so
Now I'm over 33 weeks pregnant, and our daughter is becoming super real. In two days our daughter is getting measured for how big she is. And this week, we're setting up the baby supplies so she'll have someplace to sleep when she arrives. We decided to wait until after the baby shower to do this stuff.
So much can change with one decision to open up and try. No expectations brought me peace and that brought me my husband. It is also how we are now pregnant, and I'm so excited to be a mom. Life changes can be amazing. You just have to be open, and this is why honestly I love romance novels. Where else do you get the message in a novel that happy-ever-after is possible? So I'll keep writing and reading. I hope you enjoy.