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I have no creative way to say it this month. Not pregnant. No baby growing over here. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Bring on the margaritas.
(Yes, it is possible that my cavalier attitude is a ruse.)
Lurkers, I need your love more than ever now.
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I'm sorry to hear it. I thought this month would be it. since it's been over a year of trying, have you and michael thought about going to a doctor to find out if there may be a cause?
Wednesday, January 05, 2005 at 10:08 PM
De-lurking here. Take care of yourself in this trying time. I truly believe God has a plan for you (that we're not aware of yet); hang in there.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005 at 10:28 PM
I'm de-lurking to tell you how much I enjoy your journal, and that I'm sorry this month wasn't the month. That just plain sucks.
Thinking of you.
Thursday, January 06, 2005 at 07:43 AM
Thinking of you at this difficult time. I know you and Michael can get through it.
Thursday, January 06, 2005 at 10:30 AM
I'm so very sorry. I think it's beautiful that you are waiting on God and His will rather than trying to impose your will on Him -- there's something to be said for the waiting, hard as it may be.
For your sake, I hope He doesn't intend that you wait for very long, and that you will be blessed beyond measure by the lessons He has for you in all of this.
(I would hope that no one reading this thinks that I pass judgement on ART -- Some of my favorite babies were born as a result! I cannot even begin to imagine the desperation of trying to conceive unsuccessfully for a long period of time. But I do think that waiting on God is a great thing to do, something that Christians are called to do so of course our culture frowns on it. Thankfully we have a Church that embraces it...a real beacon for me.)
Thursday, January 06, 2005 at 10:38 AM
So sorry, hon. Enjoy your margaritas and go buy yourself something very pretty.
Thursday, January 06, 2005 at 12:01 PM
I'm with Amy - sorrows are best drowned at the mall! Hang in there and remember that the trying is supposed to be fun.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005 at 06:50 PM
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