Children

I just read a woman's blog post about how she was recently diagnosed with something that may prevent her from easily conceiving. After reading the symptoms of this disease, I freaked out. OH MY GOSH, I may have this... not that it matters this day, or this month, or even,probably, this year. Still, I mourn for this woman. All she and her husband want is to share their lives with a baby, another child of God. The beauty of this... I feel like this is what I want for myself too. I want to share my life with my family.
P.S, I'm a genetics freak, meaning I love how genetics combine in order to give her these traits, and him those. How will my genes combine with my husband's? How amazing will my children be? Really amazing, I'm sure.
The fear still hangs around. Fear is a living thing, I'm sure of it. How else does it crawl into one's thoughts like a rat into a room? How else does it know when to strike like a predator? I dunno... I will defeat this fear,though. This animal will not eat me.