Last week I was surrounded by babies and news of babies. Some of it brought nothing but pure happiness, some of it brought a little pain. My dearest and truest friend had her baby on Saturday, and because I had a concert that night I was unable to be there. God bless Skype. Two more of my friends just found out they're expecting-one of my friends with her first, one of my friends with her second. To be honest my friend with her first makes me happy, and it's a little harder to be happy for my friend expecting her second. Shame on me-but it's true.
And on top of all of that baby goodness, I know what has to be at least 10 other women who have either recently given birth or who are expecting. It's beautiful, it's joyous, it's natural, it's a gift from heaven. And for me it's beautiful, joyous, and sad, and lonely, heart-aching, humbling, and confusing. But there are several things that I've decided as of late;
playing my guitar on my porch in the pouring rain makes everything seem better
at least 5 of the girls who are expecting babies have either just finished running 5k's, 10k's, 25 k's, or marathons. And not that running a marathon will fix my ovaries, but it's worth a shot right? I'm going to get in shape. I am. I want to look and feel like this again:
just because I can't conceive doesn't mean others shouldn't. Obvious, I know, but sometimes I forget. Besides, if others didn't conceive, then this little dolly would have never made it here on Saturday night, and that would just be a sin:
And lastly, Sunday will always come.
Happy Monday everyone. This week's going to rock. :)
P.S. Sorry for the grainy pictures. Uploading them did something funky.
