Some of you know I've been trying to get pregnant for two years now. I'm not interested into getting into the details. My point is, even in the hardest trials of our lives, we can find blessings.
I am insanely grateful for my support system....especially my sister, my friend at work, and a wonderful group of friends I've found online.
I'm grateful for the many people who pray for me.
I'm grateful for my patriarchal blessing that reassures me I will be a good mom one day.
I'm grateful for the opportunities to grow closer to Nathan and my Heavenly Father on the hard days.
I'm grateful for all that I will never again take for granted, and for the understanding and empathy I've gained for so many other people's situations.
My heart aches for my cousin who had a D&C today, and my wonderful friend Jodie who learned today that her baby no longer has a heartbeat, in a pregnancy it took two years to achieve. I would rather wait another two years to get pregnant than to miscarry. (I'd better not have just cursed myself into another two years. *eyes rolling*) As I sit here crying for them, I think of the scripture that talks about mourning with those who mourn. I wish I could do more than just grieve and pray for them...