Is today the day?

Not today.

Depression dwells.

Be strong!

Am I?

Denied.

Sadness sinks.

She says,

Pray but don’t hope…

How?

Not possible…

Maybe today!?!

Nope.

Sorrow spreads.

…

I know not the most uplifting poem. But it’s my personal feelings these last few months.

My husband and I are trying to have another baby and it’s been hard. My doctor told me to pray, but to not have hope. That hope is the most crushing thing when trying to be pregnant.

I under what she is saying, but it doesn’t seem possible. So even though I want another little one, I have to keep my emotions in check with Elizabeth. She sometimes feeds off of my emotions. Depressed mama equals moody baby. Not fun for anyone.

So I guess this poem is for any mom or woman out there feeling the same. Just know, someone is going through the emotional twister with you. ❤️

Stay positive!! Spend your Sunday with loved ones and great friends. It’s what I plan to do.