
This has been a hard month.
I haven't had much to say so I guess I haven't.
November is supposed to be the month when you remember everything you're thankful for. And I wrote a post about the things that I AM thankful for, but it was hard to write. And not because I'm not thankful. I'm just having a hard time feeling anything very positive.
If you've read my blog for any amount of time, you likely know that this is the month that we began trying to have a baby...that was now seven years ago. SEVEN.
I didn't think that it would be any different than last year or the year before. It's another year. It sucks. But by now, I'm used to it. I guess, though, that I've been more depressed about it than I thought.
This month I've been rather weepy. I'm not a crier so I haven't had any episodes of falling to my knees and bawling my eyes out {although it would be nice if I could actually do that every once in awhile}. But things have triggered the internal sob / chin quiver and the misty eyes. I wasn't really understanding where it was coming from. I thought that I was just PMS'ing. Which, some of it probably was, but I tried to think about what was making me this way. And then, as if I hadn't already known it, I realized that it was just being in this month of November that was making me this way.
I also found out this month that I've officially been left in the dust. Aside from me, the last friend in my group of friends to get pregnant, is now pregnant. And while I'm happy for her {you!!}, I'm still having the selfish feelings of whoa-is-me. I am now, no exaggeration, THE ONLY ONE of my friends without a baby. And I'm the oldest of all my friends. I'm just sad.
Kyle and I have, finally, I think decided on which direction we're going to go, but I still don't feel comfortable talking about it. One, because I don't want my friends and family that read my blog to find out FROM my blog what we're going to do and two, it's still going to be awhile before we can do anything unless we suddenly come into a large amount of money. Plus we have more research that needs to be done. We haven't even told anyone yet...ok, that's a lie. I told one person only because we were having a discussion right before Thanksgiving and she knows that boat that Kyle and I have been riding in, herself. Our parents don't even know our plans yet. And while I don't exactly want to keep it a secret, I don't want to put it "out there" until we're 100% positive and have a plan of action.
I can say though, that while this has been a trying year and month, I've got more hope and faith than I did at this time last year. I'm not sure what has changed, but while I'm sad and rather depressed this month, I'm also in a better place.
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
Mary Stevenson, 1936










































































































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