When I was fifteen years old, I asked my parents for perfume for Christmas. But I didn't ask for just any perfume; it was Clinique Happy! I kept talking about it for months because it would be my first REAL bottle of perfume. Christmas time came around and the present opening began! I opened my presents and to my surprise, the perfume was not there. No sooner had I realized that I wouldn't be receiving it than I watched my 23-year-old, oldest sister open one of her presents. Guess what she got: my perfume. I was crushed. Not only did my parents fail to give me what I asked for, they gave it to someone else! Months later, my sister tried to give me the perfume claiming that she had grown tired of the smell and wished to be rid of it. I was thinking, "You've got to be kidding me! You didn't even want it and therefore didn't appreciate it!" Has that ever happened to you? Did someone else get your Christmas presents?
It's been nine years since that happened. But this past Christmas, it happened again. But this present wasn't something to be found underneath the tree. I was hoping that my Christmas present was a positive result on a pregnancy test. But Christmas came and went. Afterwards, I felt like shouting, "SANTA! Where's the LOVE??" Unfortunately, it seemed like everywhere I turned people were having babies, announcing pregnancies or complaining about their current pregnancies/children.
This blog is about my journey to (hopefully) motherhood. My next post, I'll introduce myself and a little of what I'm going through.
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Katey I love you! I am so glad we can be buddies! Its gonna happen...I just know it!!
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