Has anyone ever cried over an ice cream bar? Well, I just did. I have been weirdly emotional lately, and today while grocery shopping my sister mentioned getting an ice cream and for some reason, my eyes filled with tears at the thought that I might not get one. I felt slightly seven-years old and then she reminded me that I’d been the same way—unreasonably weepy—during my last pregnancy.
As some of you might remember reading, my husband and I have had two miscarriages, and are not preventing pregnancy. However, we don’t have much disposable income—in fact, that concept seems quite foreign to me at the moment—and my husband is concerned about coping with the costs of a new baby as well as having three children.
I really don’t want to get my hopes up. Yes, the money could be better, but isn’t that usually the case? We have been trying on again/off again and then just not preventing and all the while I have been hoping and praying…I don’t want to think about it too much yet. If I do and I get myself convinced I’m pregnant and then I’m truly not, I’d be devastated. Still, a girl can dream, as long as it’s only a little.