I admit it, okay? And I am not a praying person. But this morning... sitting in my doctor's office, holding the frozen vial of swimmers, waiting for them to warm up and wake up... I prayed.
And I mean I prayed sincerely.
There were a lot of thank yous in my prayer-- starting with a big one to my donor (I will write about how I chose my donor soon, I promise. It's just such a big thing. I get overwhelmed every time I start to think about it.), and followed by several more to God, though I'm not even actually sure I believe in him. In fact, I'm pretty sure I don't. I believe in something, just not so much in God, per se. Nonetheless, he got a lot of thanks from me today.
And one not-so-simple request: a happy, healthy baby.
Or two would be fine, God.
In case You read this blog, I want You to know: I'm totally down with two.