I expected not to have a child until I get settled in this new city. I expected that we could make a plan and decide when we are ready to have a little one. I expected that my biological clock will not prevent me to have a child if at the end we decided to have one. I expected we will have a long talk deciding when is the right time. I expected that God knows the best time and it will be the same with the time that we thought would be the best.
None comes true.
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