Merry Christmas.

May this be the last Christmas without a babe to hold in my arms.

I'm just sitting here waiting for my hubby to make coffee and breakfast for the two of us on Christmas morning, and I thought that I'd jump on the computer and blog for a bit.

Although Santa, yet again, was very good to the both of us, we didn't get what our hearts wanted this year. But we hold out hope that next year - well next year will be different. It has to be.  In the meantime, we hope that the spring will hold many good things for us; that our upcoming cycle will go smoothly; that our jobs will stay with us and that our families stay healthy. I thank God (or whomever's running the show up/out there) that I met my husband, that we're still together after all of the trials and tribulations we've been through, and that we're both relatively healthy. But the best Christmas present I could have had this year was the same as the last 3 or 4 years - two pink lines. And I know that that's just not going to happen today.

Don't get me wrong, it's not as if I'm ungrateful for all of the things that have happened for us over the years, I just wish that this one aspect of our lives would finally come to fruition.