I almost made it through this holiday unscathed until the very end. Ok, I admit, I got a little teary-eyed in church at the discussion of Elizabeth's barrenness on Sunday. But mostly I was doing my best to barrel through. Until tonight.
Despite my not really wanting to go, we went to dinner at the home of a woman from church. I had asked DH ahead of time if there would be children and was assured there would not be. But no one warned me so I ignorantly walked into the house, to meet the hostess's DIL who just happens to be eight very months pregnant. I thought I was going to puke right then and there.
7 comments:
I'm sorry. I know how you feel.
argh.. I'm so sorry, babe.
Almost is a huge feat! Give yourself lots of credit for almost. I am so sorry.
Ugh. True to their word there were no children.
*rolling my eyes so hard they might just pop out of my head*
Oof! There's a low blow. I know how you must have felt. So, so sorry...
Ugh. That's not fair. I am so sorry. I am glad that your holiday was otherwise good and hope that by next year, you either are big and pregnant yourself or already had the baby!
I am so sorry you had to deal with that...praying you are the pregnant one in the room next year. Enjoy your blog.
Hope
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