I listened to a podcast today about talismans and good luck charms to help one get pregnant. Right now, I don't have any lucky charms; maybe I could use one.
Lovey and I are ready to be parents. I can picture baby "Trip" following Daddy around the yard in a pair of overalls helping. Becoming a mommy was supposed to be magic. Like a spell that you duck out from under for years and years until the one day you decide to stand up and let the magict dust fall onto you. Too bad I stood up only to find there was no magic dust.