So we've made it 10 days into September, and saying I'm sane at this point would be a brazen lie. I've had literally every symptom a human being can have to make her question whether she's pregnant. And the things that have crossed my dumb brain the past 10 days have been ridiculous.
Since there's no way out of this two week wait other than the long, slow, painful way I'm trudging already - I've decided that bacon is the answer. And ice cream. And avocados. Oh what about that beautiful gluten-free, dairy-free existence I've been living for the past year and change? FORGET THAT. Pass me a pint of Ben & Jerry's and let me ponder the universe until I reach the bottom.
Friends, we call this "making up for lost time". And can I just say - Americone Dream Flavor - where have I been all your life??
The irony that an intense dairy craving only further confuses my wait...is....irritating. But I'm going to run with it. I mean, I did just come back from the land of dairy. I guess I should be feeling grateful that my gut is healed and I have not had one single adverse effect from this bacon-ice cream-avocado parade that I'm marching in.
Yes, it's a parade over here. Of food. And I'm drum major.
I need to hear the things you've done during two week waits that were not helpful. Make me feel like less of a failure over here, interwebs. I'll pull up a chair and live off of your comments. With ice cream spoon in hand...
Sending out a hearty thank you to everyone who is praying for us this month (and always). I know it's only with your prayers that I'm even sitting here shoveling ice cream into my ice cream hole...
Thank you for keeping our intentions for babies with you as you speak to our Lord each day this month. We are humbled by your helping us on this wild September ride.