Sometimes, I like to think of myself as a strong, confident, and independent woman. But the fact of the matter is I'm none of the above. I wish I could say I deal with disappointment and tragedy with grace and style...but the truth? I'm a sad little pouting girl, crying until I burst a blood vessel in my face. I get mad at God, infuriated by pregnant women, and annoyed by innocent small children. What is wrong with me? How do others deal with the bumps of life with such poise and dignity?
Lately I've been feeling ugly and infertile. A lot of my closest friends are either purposely or accidentally pregnant. I emerse myself in my husband. And then throw a pity party for myself when I think about how the act of conception should be simple, heartfelt, an act of love....not to mention FREE!
Thanks to all of you who have offered encouraging words. It means so much to know there are so many people that are rooting for us, and praying. I hope I will be able to share good news soon!
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Hey Morgan-
ReplyDeleteI read your blog every once in awhile and saw this post tonight! I will pray for you and Brent. God gives gifts when we least expect them unfortunately he doesn't hand out patience! I wish he did because it would make life so much easier! He is waiting for the right moment to bless you!
Sarah Carter