It's funny how this morning when I woke up, completely motivated to work it off, it was whole heartedly because I know that the healthier I am, the more likely I am to conceive.
It's funny how yesterday as I sat in a room with a mother one one with one on the way complained about her pregnancy being an accident and how she was a little grumpy about it, as soon as I told her I am unable to get pregnant she seemed a little more grateful for her babies.
It's funny how in that same room I sat with another friend who was recently divorced and as I sat there complaining about marriage she subtley and humbly reminded me to be a little more grateful for my husband.
It's funny how every movie I rent these days has a huge underlying theme of pregnancy and babies. And sometimes that theme isn't so underlying.
It's funny how I don't even have a baby, but somehow, someway, the thought of baby, and maybe even pre-conceived baby, ruled my life.
