two words.

my day summed up in two words? six months.

it could be more like four...but the report said six.

and my hopes and excitement for the past two months?

tossed out the window of the women's center at the hospital.

and to top it all off? i get to take pills.

the why? it's not life-threatening, not even life changing.

i'm just...not normal.


just another un-planned change in the plans.


but what if this one changes all of the plans?

...then i guess that's how things are.

and i need to trust in the Lord no matter what.


so "yay" for ultra-sounds, monthly blood tests, synthroid

and putting my mission on hold.


{ps. i really want to just cry right now. life isn't fair.}