You would think that working directly with tons of women who just gave birth and their always adorable new born bundles for the past four in a half months would make me immune to these feelings but nooooo. It's weird too because nothing about my job makes me sad (other than when drugged out momma's make drugged out babies).
But seeing the babies make me happy, not sad. And seeing the proud momma's and daddy's makes my heart melt into a giant puddle instead of filling me with envy. I wont lie and say I don't daydream about the day it's finally us being wheeled up to my floor with our very own little person wrapped snuggly in my arms. It's just that those daydreams are filled with happy, not these crummy blues I have going on right now.
My faith is still as strong as ever, I am just a little sad it hasn't happened for us yet. Patience has never been a strong attribute of mine but I am certainly learning that it's going to be a role I have to play.
Now quick, someone show me a picture of a cute baby so I remember why I am going through all of this to begin with!