I'm not the only one.... Right?

I'm not the only one that actually makes a list of things to talk to the doctor about, right?
Or the only female who, for the millionth time in a row thinks that it will finally happen this month. For certain. So certain, that I then check online to see when my due date will be, and then start to think about what size clothes my baby will be in the winter time, and then... really. C'mon, Heather!


I can't possibly be the only one who calls the doc so often that I am certain receptionist recognizes me by voice. Kinda like the ladies at the Dunkin' Donuts here in town (medium toasted almond with cream and one sweet n low, please),

I daydream about how I will break the news. I have names picked out. I already have car seats (and a toddler bed).

I feel like I've peed on a ten dollar bill every time I get a BFN (Big Fat Negative) on a pregnancy test. Let me tell you, that is one test that I am sick of failing.

And, as I sit here and wallow- I try to be grateful that I am able to finish a sentence without being interrupted by cries of hunger or a smell so foul it must be taken care of right this second. I am grateful that I do not need to worry about whether or not I have enough diaper wipes to get me thru the evening.

I am grateful. I really am. But, I'm not the only one who wants more.

Right?