"I have not been blessed to have a child and in fact at this time even if you tell me you wish me well I have already reached 35. I don't expect that I will get pregnant. My road to wanting a baby, even that desire, has reached the point where I have given up. Of course, it hurts. It’s not that it doesn’t. Sometimes I wish I could have my own child—someone I could carry, love, and spoil endlessly."