Psalm 113:9

In case you were wondering, I haven’t had a period since Valentine’s Day. Nope not pregnant either. I’ve spent over thirty dollars checking and double checking just in case I’m that girl on an episode of I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant or Medical Mysteries. I’ve gone longer. Seriously people, I’m taking triple digit cycles. Of course I’m mad I’m not pregnant but even more upsetting is that my body is continuing to act up. When will it be right? I’m a crazy person these days. I can barely stand to be around myself but it’s not like that’s an option.

Truth: My hormones are out of control and my body is suffering. My faith is starting to question itself and my patience needs to be replenished. But another truth: It’s that time of year again. This was my due date. This was my baby’s birthday. It’s undeniably difficult. Three years is a long time. So much happens in that amount of time, fun stuff. The most fun.

I’ll get through this; the added factors are just taking a toll. One thing that makes me happy though, like Cheshire grin and watery eyes, is thinking about when it does happen…That’s going to be the best day, followed by even better ones as each milestone approaches.