I know that coventional wisdom says that there needs to be time to heal physically and emotionally after a miscarriage. My mind knows that getting pregnant won't make up for what happened. In fact, I know that I need time to digest what's happened and learn what God has for me in this moment. So, despite all of that, I'm no-so-secretly confessing that I'm so ready to have another baby. If only my heart and mind were on the same page. My heart is ready, ready. My mind is saying, "slow down." So I'll reluctantly listen to my mind. Tonight we were introduced to a friend's baby who is only a week old. It took me right back to how happy I was to see my Acey for the first time.
Ace and I had such a wonderful day today. The only thing that was missing was our Daddy, who was stuck at work. We played for two hours at the play castle at the mall. We spent another 45 minutes on the carousel and then ate lunch at the food court and went home and both took naps. When he woke up, we went downstairs, turned on the radio and danced together for another 30 minutes. It's joy on days like today that make me want to move on to tomorrow and grow our family. I want more moments like when he tells me "monkey pooted," "Hula doooo-ing," and "cuckoo sleeping." How could I ever stop wanting things like that because of this experience?
Right now, I really just need time to lose all of the weight that I'm gaining from out of whack hormones!
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