Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Infertile Myrtle

Ok....to start off I will tell you that I had planned to not post anything about my infertility on my blog. However, I realized that this is the one place that I can rant, rave, cuss, cry, or scream shouts of joy and not worry about it. Therefore, I shall post about my number one role in life right now as "infertile myrtle". Needless to say, the hubby and I are trying. I never knew you had to have the degree of a scientist for this stuff. Thank goodness I have an "ovary guru" who has walked this road before me and is only a phone call away....I mean, after all, what else does she have to do other than answer my phone calls? Ahem...now that we have that one out of the way... ;o) I realized this week what a weird time it was for us to attempt our first try. For the first time EVER on the road, I decided to get a Sunday paper because we are heading home soon and I wanted to clip coupons to do some grocery shopping. I also wanted to look through the sales papers. Well, lo and behold, if EVERY STINKING SALES PAPER was dedicated to....yep, Mom. I kinda laughed at the absurdity of it all. Not that buying a gift for your mom is absurd...but it reminded me that if our attempts were failed this month that I would find out on Mother's Day. Now this area of my life, along with several others, is where my Christian maturity really shines. I mean.....isn't it mature of me to kick, scream, and sometimes yell at God? Isn't that ok? Really? Hmmmm.......I thought it was. And sometimes I just feel like a failure as a wife. I get the big picture. I get that I have been blessed with a step-son who is adorable and that there are millions of kids that need to be adopted. I get that. I just want the waddle people. You know the one I speak of. The one that develops around 6 months into pregnancy when you have to lean back and catch yourself before you sit down. So...I would like to petition all of your prayers that not only is God's will done, but that I accept it, whatever it is. And....if you feel frisky....please pray that one day I get to waddle. :o) Until next time........


  1. You made me cry. I love you and I pray you are waddling very soon! And you know what? I think God understands our rants... Hannah ranted and raved when she petition God to give her a child. In fact, the priest thought she was drunk and reprimanded her!! Josh used to fuss at me for all my ranting too. But God understood and He still loved me. And He loves you too! Hang in there. It's all going to be okay. Waddle or not...although I'm personally pulling for the waddle.

  2. Coat-Knee,
    I have been longing for the waddle as well. I will be praying for you out of heart that is overflowing with the same emotions and longings!

  3. Girl, I want you to have that waddle too! Know that I am always lifting you up in prayer. I love you so much & am so thrilled to see you seeking His face through your trials. Keep on keeping on!


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