Since the miscarriage I have been finding myself talking to my little one. It’s gotten even worse since we found out it was a girl. Last night I was driving out to see my horse and started talking to her. “Please please come back as a healthy baby. I promise we will have tons of fun, go shopping, make crafts (easy crafts), sing, dance, you name it we will do it. Dad has promised to get you a pony if you want one. You will be so loved. Please Please come back.”
Now I’m not really sure that’s how life works. I don’t know if her soul will come back as a healthy child or if we will get a new soul. I’ve never given re-incarnation much thought because Catholics don’t believe that. But I know it’s possible and Catholics aren’t the only religion on the planet. I don’t even know if there are stories in the bible of re-incarnation. I should look it up and study that during my next bible time.
My point is I think this baby making stuff is making me crazy. I’ve even joked with folks that I might just steal someone’s child if this kid thing doesn’t happen. (I would NEVER do that). I’ve been telling my brother and SIL for a few years now they can just give me my nieces. They keep say “get your own”; well I’m trying really hard. So they have agreed to send me them for the summer when they turn 13.
Oh well it’s only a matter of time before I have my own and I won’t have to steal someone else’s child.