Ahh the question I am never supposed to ask. It's been a why day- Why my baby, why me, why am I not pregnant.
Why am I sad?
I am ready to be a mom, and yet, I am not. Why?
Why isn't my body in tune with my mind?
I was half-listening to iTunes when The Man I'll Never Be came on (Boston). I could have sworn I heard "The mom I'll never be". Insert crying jag here. Then I was looking for a pen in the office drawer, and I found the chalk I bought to make this, about a year ago now:
I can't get any stronger
I can't climb any higher
You'll never know just how hard I've tried
Cry a little longer
And hold a little tighter
Emotions can't be satisfied
Boston, The Man I'll Never Be