You know those (completely unnecessary) stickers people put on the back of their SUV/minivan that detail out their entire family? The ones of mom, dad, and however many children they have, sometimes even including their dogs. Yeah. Those ones. I was driving home from work yesterday and was sitting at a light behind a minivan that had...wait for it...six kids plastered on the back of the car! Six! I rolled it off, thinking thoughts like "that poor woman" and "wow, what a grocery bill" and kept on driving. And then, no joke, this morning I pulled out of the gas station behind an SUV with EIGHT kids on the back, and even a "twins on board" sticker! You have got to be kidding me!
I'm trying to be at peace with our infertility, but those little reminders that someone else has it all (or at least more than their fair share. Seriously? Eight kids? And all I want is one?), and we've got nothing, really stinkin' burn. And I know that's not the truth. I know that I have so much, but geez, I've got to stop working in the suburbs.
Anywho, have a great weekend!