UPDATE: I think the problem with infertility (ok, ONE of the problems) is that I just assume situations such as the one I wrote about yesterday morning are going to be hard. When in reality I have a choice to make. I can either resent the way my friend has been blessed, or I can enjoy spending time with her and getting to know her little girl. Our visit was great. We spent the entire day talking about life. It felt good. Good to know that things were going well for her, and good to feel her caring about what is going on in my life.
Remember this post? Well today she is spending the day at my house. She should be arriving very soon with her 8 week old baby in tow. It will be nice to catch up, but I am praying that I don't have to listen to 6 or 7 hours of mommy stories. Thankfully another childless friend will be joining us in a few hours.... feel free to pray that I make it through the day without telling her I don't care about how long she slept last night, the consistency of her baby's poop or how "hard" motherhood is.
I can do this.
Someday it will be me in those shoes. I hope I remember how it feels.