Still no answer. Still.
There is no . on the way, that I can tell.
And I am now 7 days late.
15 days past “conception.”
It’s just that I am ready to embrace that I am pregnant, but I feel like a fool, because, well, who knows if I really am.
I feel like I am that horse at the start gate, waiting to explode out on a race that’s been set for me, and yet, the darn gun just won’t fire.
I feel angry.
What am I supposed to do with this?
Am I supposed to learn patience, trust….
but I don’t want to!
. . .
Does God read blogs?