She also wondered whether her longing for a baby would end once her fertility did. Did your body stop sending you reminder pangs when you were supposedly incapable of producing a baby? Was this God’s grace at work to soften the disappointment? Monica couldn’t tell because she felt fewer longings for anything or anyone. She didn’t feel the intense hunger for a man pressed up against her at night, let alone a baby in her arms. She just wasn’t as lonely.
–Sarah Elizabeth Richards, Motherhood, Rescheduled, p. 155