5 days

until I go see my Dr and she tells me what we do next. I cannot express how happy/afraid/excited/nervous I am. I want to be a mother. I want DH to be a father. I want this Dr to help us make that happen. And I want our baby to be beautiful, and perfect, and ours. Soon. I want this soon. I'm tired of having a craft room. I don't need a darn craft room. I shouldn't be wasting my time doing stupid crafts. I should be planning a nursery. Praying for my child's future spouse. Kissing my little one good night. I was made to be a mother. Now I'm just praying to be made a mother.