...I wish that I could wake up and realize that the past seven years of IF was just a dream.
I wish I could wake up to a house full of children and all the chaos they come with.
I wish that I could complain about how tired, frustrated, annoyed or burnt out I feel to other mothers.
I wish I didn't have to work outside of my home. I wish that I spent all day teaching my own children.
I wish I was sleep-deprived.
Unable to exercise.
Covered in spit-up.
I wish that my body would work.
I promise, if given the chance I won't forget the pain of IF. I will not take a moment of motherhood for granted. Even in the midst of many sleepless nights, sick babies, and defiant children.
Please God, if it is Your will, please hear me.
I'm so tired of the wait.
So very, very tired.