* A much needed venting/therapeutic post about our journey in trying to expand our family. We are approaching our 5th month of trying.
Dear Smelly Baby....
Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I am thinking of you.
Dear Smelly Baby....
Sometimes I can't sleep at night because I am thinking of you.
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes I wonder what is taking so long.
Sometimes I realize it could be longer.
Sometimes I'm scared.
Sometimes I wonder if something is wrong.
Sometimes I wonder if it's me.
Sometimes I wonder if it's him.
Sometimes I wonder what the Lord is waiting for.
Sometimes I wonder why me?
Sometimes I wonder why us?
Sometimes I wonder why her?
Sometimes I wonder when?
Sometimes I walk by the baby aisle and dream.
Sometimes I walk by the baby aisle and pray.
Sometimes I walk by the baby aisle and plead.
Sometimes I look in the room I have set up for the baby I watch and wish it was your room.
Sometimes I am tired of pretending my dog is my baby.
Sometimes I just want you.
Sometimes I'm jealous.
Sometimes I'm envious.
Sometimes I don't understand.
Sometimes I get nervous.
Sometimes I get mad.
Sometimes I feel like no one understands.
Sometimes I get frustrated.
Sometimes I don't want to hear you're still young.
Sometimes I don't want hear God has a plan.
Sometimes I need to hear that.
Sometimes I don't want to hear don't try and it will happen.
Sometimes I don't get that.
Sometimes I am at peace.
Sometimes I am hopeful.
Sometimes I wonder what I will look like carrying you in my belly.
Sometimes I wonder how sweet your daddy will look when he is holding you in his arms.
Sometimes I wonder what you will look like.
Sometimes I wonder if you will have blonde hair and blue eyes like your daddy.
Sometimes I wonder if you will have brown hair and brown eyes like your mommy.
Sometimes I wonder if you will inherit my dimple in your precious little smile.
Sometimes I wonder how much longer.
Sometimes I wonder how much longer I can take.
Sometimes I feel like my heart is going to explode because I already love you so much.
All times, I love you and pray that I can meet you soon.
All times, I believe I am meant to be a mom.
Even when I was a little girl, I believed.
Someday that will be me and you.