The last few days I have found I am missing the old me. I've been pretty independent and on my own since my mid-20s (39 now). I spent most of that time not in a relationship, and mostly doing things for myself. When my boyfriend and I decided for kids, we were sort of at a cross roads. We are both a bit older (he's 43) and wanted kids. I knew my window was getting smaller, so we decided to go for it. But I miss my life a little. I miss doing what I want when I want, being outside, travelling. I absolutely adore my new life, but has anyone else gone thru some grieving of their old life?