Today was a rough day. There seemed to be preggo bellies and adorable children everywhere. (Usually I can stay home and ignore it but today I had to go run errands.) In the doctor's waiting room there was a lady (I'm assuming the mom) reading stories with a little girl. Part way through storytime, she put her on her lap, they exchanged sweet smooches, and went back to reading. The craving inside of me was so strong I thought I was going to dissolve into sobs right there in the waiting room. (It doesn't help that I'm in pms and everything seems worse.) The annoying thing is I can't tell the difference between coveting and this engulfing pain that overwhelms when I imagine my life without a child. Ah well. Life has been super-super-stressful lately (for the last month, to be precise). I guess the good thing that comes out of hard times is that God hears from me a lot as I seek answers from Him and cry out to Him. And yet other times (did I mention pms?) He feels somewhat distant. Anyway. I just wanted to share - it was a rough day. Thanks for listening.