cimorene

favorite friends of family, before they reached the lovely solution of adopting my favorite babies, were doing fertility drugs and such.

one day they dropped by the church after service but before potluck.

person to bev: why don't you just stay for the potluck?
bev: ::bursting into tears:: dave won't let us!
dave: no more hormone therapy for you.

um, yeah. new respect for all pregnant people out there. oh, i had another little lesson thingy. it was from a conversation with anne. remember, rememeber...? nope. still coming up blank. oh well.