Holding onto hope

Last Saturday was that day....
The day where I know, without a doubt, that I will not be having a baby in the next nine months.
Normally this day is accompanied by much weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth on my part.

And lots of hugging and providing comfort on Brian's part.

But, this time, the weeping and wailing had to be put on hold. It was movie night at the in-laws.
So, I pulled myself together and put on a happy face (and did a pretty good job at it if I do say so myself).

But deep down, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and be depressed for a moment.
My sweet angel of a niece must have sensed something was wrong and her Aunt needed extra special cheering up.

She sent me home with this maaaaahrvelous picture that she drew.
I clung onto that picture the whole way home (and was even complimented on it at McDonalds).

I clung onto it the same way I cling to the hope that one day, my time will come and it will be me talking about morning sickness, labor plans, and nursery designs. And when that time comes, I pray my little ones are even half as wonderful as my nieces and nephews (and those are hard shoes to fill. I've got some pretty amazing nieces and nephews).

PS. Brian must be feeling bad for me too. He's promised to take me to Disneyland for Spring Break.