tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192807775779236636.post-66735700262236589652008-04-20T12:41:00.005-04:002008-04-20T12:54:44.871-04:00I woke up this morning kind of sad and gloomy. Sundays were always a marker for another week in my pregnancy. My doctors appointments were on Fridays and I renewed my faith at church each week on Sunday. Today I didn't feel like going. It's hard to believe that it's over. I'm done being pregnant and have no baby to show for it.<br /><br />One thing that always comes to mind is that millions of women become pregnant every day. They all have some worries but the majority of them end up bringing their babies home. Not only is getting pregnant a struggle for me, but carrying to term. People that have never experienced such a loss can easily remain positive and calm when faced with possible bad news. My bad news seems to always turn into reality. I get angry when people nonchalantly tell me that everything will be ok. I wish they wouldn't say anything except they are praying for me.<br /><br />I wonder what God has in store for me. I believe He has a plan, I guess I would feel a little better if I could catch a glimpse of what is in store. Will I ever bring home a child? Is it not in His will? That is the million dollar question I wish someone could answer!Tiffanyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17980414076194921495noreply@blogger.com