Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. You'd think that being on vacation would leave me loads of time to come up with clever, entertaining, thought-provoking posts. But nah. Instead, a steady round of sleeping, puking, eating, and sitting around doing nothing has curdled my brain.
Since my own gray matter is emitting nothing more than a persistent "bzzzzzzz," I urge you all to read the words of someone who actually has something interesting and profound to say: Michele St. Martin of the Minnesota Women's Press.
Oh, and here's the best part -- I didn't even find this on my own. Gerkat, I owe you an ice cream.
4 comments:
Wow, I'm honored to be mentioned in the Binkyblog! How did you know I'm dying for ice cream?
Glad you liked that piece.
Sending you a virtual root beer float, post more soon!
-S
God is working for you i see, i posted ages ago, when reading your journey, of yes pure hell it has been. But please welcome Lord jesus crist to your life & he will give you all that you need. For God gave his only son, & who ever belives this will have ever lasting life, even when you die. Congrats on the pregnancy, good to finally see your happy & pregnant, please cherish this gift from god, & dont forget to pray, to him threw lord jesus crist. hears a peom for you & from your babies i guess, i love this, i to have lost... my son Bobby was born sleeping at 26week, i'm now 16 weeks pregnant.xoxo.
Don’t let them say I wasn’t born,
That something stopped my heart,
I felt each tender squeeze you gave,
I loved you from the start.
Although my body you can’t hold,
It doesn’t mean I’m gone,
This world was worthy not of me,
God chose that I move on,
I know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face,
You have my word, I’ll fill your arms, Someday we will embrace.
You’ll hear that it was “meant to be,
God doesn’t make mistakes”
But that won’t soften your worst blow
Or make your heart not ache.
I’m watching over all you do,
Another child you’ll bear,
Believe me when I say to you,
That I am always there.
There will come a time, I promise you,
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips and
Then you’ll understand.
Although I never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes,
That doesn’t mean I never “was”…
An Angel Never Dies.
Hey, you're doing hard work growing a baby. And puking! We'll cut you some slack.
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