Mr. JB and I have many wonderful friends.
Many wonderful, fertile friends.
I have to admit that I wasn't completely heartbroken that I was stuck on the couch with a horrible cold (which is thankfully so much better) on Saturday. I missed the First Communion of Mr. JB's cousin's son where we would've been the only childless couple in attendance.
Yes, my fellow IF sisters: the only barren woman at a party full of adorable children.
No, I wasn't too put out that I had to make my own chicken soup. Being alone with my sore throat and runny nose was easier than feeling the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
And don't even get me started on the jealousy.
Or the comparisons.
Yes, if we had a baby nine months after our wedding day my child would be starting the first grade in September.
But we're not going to think about that, right?
One of the couples in attendance, who now has three beautiful children -- one of which is getting baptized on St. Gianna's feast day! -- struggled to start their family. I had been pestering Mr. JB to ask the husband who in the world their doctor was. He finally got the opportunity to ask the lovely L who they saw. I figured that they have three kids now, so their doctor must be a miracle worker!
I got L's message this afternoon. Guess who her doctor is?
My beloved Dr. T!!!! Yes, the same doctor who cried with me in her office when I showed her my surgery rosaries.
If Dr. T could help L have three beautiful babies, she can help us make one!
I know this is a sign from above that I have to keep believing. Yes, on Peak +9, I'm going to decide to be hopeful. My reproductive clock has been reset, it's only been four months, not almost seven years.
Ouch, typing that hurt.
St. Gianna, St. Gerard, St. Rita, St. Anne & St. Joachim, pray for us!!!!
We had an accountant help us with our taxes since we had all of my health stuff from Omaha. I have to say that the $226 that we paid to have our taxes done for us was so much less stressful than having to do it myself (btw, I filed my parents' taxes tonight, neither one had to pay thank God!). We had over $16 000 to claim from my surgeries, so we're going to get about $3000 back.
Which co-incidentally is the amount our new roof is going to cost, a roof that we desperately need.
Yes, God does provide.
And I celebrated by finally replacing my silly i.Phone. The battery was completely pooched and I was tired of it dying randomly. I have to say that I am completely in love. Yes, I'm a geek. Si.ri and I are best friends now.
There's still time to enter my give-away of "The Infertility Companion for Catholics." Just leave a comment on my post from April 22nd by Sunday and you will be entered in the draw! Good luck!