I am amazed at how great my husband has been lately,
mostly because I'm a certified basket-case.
Emotional wreck, definitely.
Crazy? Getting there.
Plain and simple.
Especially when it seems like every time you pray for babies,
ten of your friends get them.
but not you.
Which is pretty much the story of my life.
BE probably thinks I'm nuts
because I drive myself crazy with it unintentionally.
But I stare at the calendar.
And bare my soul on this blog lol.
And he just hugs me every month
when he comes home from class
and I'm sitting there on the bathroom floor
because the Tampax Pearl wrapper is still there,
sitting in the wastebasket,
the angering proof of another failed month of trying.
Just sits there, and hugs me, for as long as I cry.
He's so amazing.
So here is another one of our favorite songs to dance to,
and one that I find special these days,
as I need him to stand by me more and more
as I get crazier and crazier with this whole process.
and continue to bear my soul on a blog.