Well my vegetarian hands survived.

I took a whole bunch of Saran Wrap and wrapped them around my hands and taped them shut so they were sorta like gloves. It worked perfectly. I didn't have to touch the meat although I could feel it squishing in my hands. That was bad enough. I told Rob he owed me BIG TIME! Our friend Rahn says that my veggie burger tastes like range cake or cow candy (I have no idea what's in it but cows love it). I totally disagree. (I know this because my brother dared me to eat it.) Rob even admits they don't taste too bad. And it's not nearly as digusting to think about. I'm totally doing the carb thing tonight...mashed potatoes and toast. Who needs meat when you have potatoes and bread!?

Still no passport. I sent another email on Tuesday, pretending to be Rob of course. I must not sound desperate enough. Or maybe they've seen Rob's passport picture and realize he's 6'4" and 275 pounds and I sound too desperate. I always think I'm going to call Senator Johnson's office in Aberdeen over my lunch hour but I spend my lunch hours practicing with junior high kids for the upcoming band contest.

Today's my mom and dad's anniversary. Love ya. :)

You know, when we were trying to get pregnant, I've never felt more alone in my life. Even though I'm extremely close to my parents, my brothers are not just my brothers, they're my friends, their wives have been my family as long as I can remember, I'm close enough to my nieces and nephews they could be my brothers and sisters, I have my best girl friends, and I have my best friend...my husband, I truly felt alone. My friends became pregnant the first time and again and sometimes even again. People I didn't like got pregnant again and again and again! And even though someone very close to me dealt with infertility as well, I truly felt alone. It wasn't jealousy. It was a sadness over what I didn't have. And now I find it amazing at the number of people who have dealt with infertility as well. They were around me all the time. I have this bond with people all over because of infertility. People I know and people I don't know. People whose blogs I read. I don't know them but I feel like I do. And whether it's because of the strength of my family ties or my belief in God or my realization that there is a child out there that needs us as much as we need him or her, I don't feel alone anymore.