21 Months

     21 months of hopes and prayers. 21 months of counting days and taking temperatures. 21 months of doctors and medications. 21 months of "Are you guys ever going to have kids?" 21 months of prenatal vitamins. 21 months of my husband absentmindedly caressing my belly in a way that shows our longing for it to be full of something beautiful. 21 months of disappointment and frustration. 

      I know that I am blessed to have a husband that loves me, great family and friends, a good job, a home, and many other blessings that others do not have. But I still feel like part of me is missing. And some days the emptiness and longing are more painful than others.