Saturday, August 7, 2010
Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll be 33. I always thought I'd have a couple of kids running around by this point in time. Instead, I'll spend it without even seeing my step-daughter. I'll smile and pretend that I'm happy, but the truth is I'm really not. I'm sad. I'm really sad. I keep hoping for a miracle each month, hoping that next year I'll be holding a baby on my birthday, watching same said baby grow up each year, but I also know that I'm getting older and eventually age will be the enemy for having any said babies. Last year, I went to a baby shower on my birthday. It was for a fellow IFer who made it to the other side so I celebrated for her, even though my heart was breaking inside. But I just knew that it would be my turn in the next 12 months, just knew this. Of course, it hasn't been and we've sent more time not being able to try and have children in the last several months than we have spent trying. It's been hard. So this is my birthday wish again this year. Please, let it be my turn soon. Please let me give the Young'un a sibling to
torture love. (I was the oldest child. I know the truth.) Please let me have a child, through whatever means it happens. Please let our family grow.