Magic 8 Ball

So Josh just upgraded my computer to Vista and I have all these cool gadgets I can have on the side. One of them is a Magic 8 Ball. So I am now open for business answering questions and making predictions. Ask away--but remember only yes or no questions and I cannot be held responsible for unwelcomed answers. But I'll happily accept gifts from those who receive good news ;)

If at first you don't succeed

try, try again. At least that's what they say, right? So here I am with stupid Aunt Flo visiting once again so I get another chance to get pregnant. But this time, it's a bit different. I get to start taking Clomid this cycle. I never really thought I'd have to take meds to get pregnant. After all, it didn't take my mom a whole month to get preg with me or my younger sister (not sure about older one). And my sister's girls surprised her when they showed up. Now I'm really wishing Josh and I had continued trying when we started like 2 1/2 years ago instead of deciding to wait after about 6 weeks of trying. Oh well, I guess the struggle will just make me appreciate my baby all the more when he/she finally does arrive.

That was rough

I've been to a lot of funerals, but Mollie's was the hardest. I've been able to rationalize just about every other death, but there's no way to understand why such a precious little girl had to go. Please continue to pray for her parents and brother.

As much as I've been focused on trying to get pregnant, this really put it into perspective for me. They say that to have loved and lost is better than not to have loved at all. But I think I'd rather take not being able to get pregnant than to have one much less two of my children die before the age of 11.