Sometimes...

Sometimes I am sad. Today is one of those days. I wrote 2 months ago about how I'd love to have another baby and about how I didn't feel that it was time. Well, that's all changed. Just days after that blog was written, Hubby and I decided that it was, in fact, time. (Yes, we're impulsive...I'll have to tell ya about our not-so-lengthy path to engagement/marriage...lol). So, long story short, we've been trying. And it's breaking my heart into pieces right now that it would appear that *this* isn't the month that the magic is going to happen.

Now, granted...just 'cause it's time to try doesn't mean that it's time to happen. That's what I keep telling myself...yeah, sounds a little desperate, doesn't it? I mean, I'm almost 35 years old. I've been on birth control for half my life. I have an auto-immune issue. The odds are stacked against me, but I'm trying my dangedest to keep my faith strong in the Lord. I have caught myself thinking about the stories of Sarah and Hannah in the Old Testament, and I know that He is hearing my prayers. I just...well, I'm not so good at the waiting thing. Perhaps I should pray for patience, as well?

So, now you know part of the reason that I haven't been chatty as much here lately. With my roller-coaster emotions, sometimes silence is the best option. Silence and prayer--there's been a lot of that going on here lately, and more promises to follow.