Wait, let me explain...

Ok, upon re-reading my previous post, I understand that perhaps I came across like a spoiled teenager who expects everything to be done *RIGHT WHEN!* she wants...honestly, that's not the image I was trying to project.

Let me help you understand...

Four and half years ago, when my life was totally and completely out of control, I found out that I was pregnant. I cried for the rest of that day. And then I realized, "Wait! So what if the father of this child is a no-good @#$%&*...I'm going to have a baby!" Unfortunately, that pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. I had never experienced such devastation in my life up to that point. So, you can imagine that when I met my soon-to-be husband not even a month after this miscarriage, I was really thinking that things were too good to be true. He was wonderful, and he gave me a love that I had never known before. Because of him, my life turned around. Anyway....enough mush. :) Things just clicked between us. There was no question in either of our minds that we were made for each other. After becoming engaged on March 18, 2005, we kind of ran off and eloped on the 23rd. I TOLD you we didn't believe in long engagements. At the end of March, we decided that we would try for a baby. (I was 30, after all...) The first month we tried, we conceived, and I wound up giving birth to my M.D.

Now, I said all that to say this...I have a problem in that I base what things *should* be like on what they *were* before. I realize that there are couples out there that try for months and years, and this time around, we could be one of them...and I by no means want to discount what they have to go through. One of the things that God apparently wants me to work on is dealing with my disappointment and with having patience. I'm really not a petulant spoiled brat. Really!

Oh, and I would like to say thank you to HTM--you always have the most encouraging things to say. Thanks for your kind words. :)