It was as easy and as impossible as deciding not to have an Aquarian.
I had become fixated on a vision of my fantastic lightning minded little super heroine born January/February.
Any discussion on a ‘when’ (and at 30, with younger siblings both with a couple babies each, there had been many of those conversations) always involved some finger counting as to when I could conceivably conceive and 9 months later unleash another Aquarian into the world.
(In)Conveniently that conception window never quite lined up with life so it was missed a couple years in a row while we were bumped and shuffled onto the right path for the right time. Which is the way the universe works.
And then 3 days ago I asked a woman I greatly admire what her star sign was and within seconds my mind was changed, a penny dropped, the planets aligned, and it is now time to start the journey.
Simple as that.
it won’t matter if she is Aquarian, Taurus, Aries or even Scorpio (no really). She will be my daughter and I will be her mum, and she will be exactly who she is.
So here I am at midnight, reading about cervix mucous and booking pre-pregnancy consultations and impatiently waiting to get my implant sliced out.
Easy and impossible.