What She Wore: royal blue courderoy jacket; white, long-sleeve tee; black pants; royal blue snow boots.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you. . .
I promised that I wouldn’t blog about these types of things, and yet here I am.
I blogged this summer about how the Hub and I wanted to have a baby. And today a friend of mine announced that she is two months pregnant. At first, I was completely happy for her–tears actually came to my eyes.
But by the end of the day, my feelings of goodwill had faded and I was left with the overwhelming desire to cry.
When am I going to be pregnant?
How selfish am I?
I just thought that I would get pregnant when I wanted to, and things are taking a little more time than I anticipated. I had this romanticized idea that God was going to just "give" me a baby. The idea that I have to work and plan to get pregnant just dis-heartens me. I’ve even stooped to buying one of those damn thermometers.
So, there you go–selfish, small, little me.