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!

Answers soon?

. . .

Does God read blogs?

: )