I am discovering that my views on life align more with the Catholic Church than the Protestants that I love so dearly. I can no longer stomach jokes,or even simple discussions, about vasectomies or being “all done” having children.
Perhaps this stems from the Holy Spirit, but I am more inclined to think it stems from my infertility. I desperately want more children. While I am good with God growing our family in ways that only He can control, I am driven to tears lately when someone says, “I am all done. No more babies for me.”
I would love to have four, five, six children.
I would love to find myself pregnant at the “ripe ol’ age” of 36.
I would love to be taking Little Man from his crib because baby brother needs it.
I find myself saddened by people’s unwillingness to embrace new life.
I find myself saddened that my infertility’s preventing me from having a larger family.
I find myself saddened that, well, I just find myself saddened by infertility.
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