The One Where I Completely Overuse The Word, “Cute”

I don’t know if you remember when I showed you this little outfit.  But here it is on my sweet niece!  Isn’t she the most precious thing of your life?  She looks so much like my sister when she was a baby it’s crazy. 

Even the cutest little baby outfit looks ten milling times cuter on a cute fat baby!  In our house, cute and fat is the highest compliment ever.  I love to gush over this cute and fat baby or that cute and fat owl or perhaps another cute and fat hedgehog or maybe a cute and fat little whale.  It’s just what I say: cute and fat.  Why?  I suppose because all babies are cute and fat.  Is there anything more adorable than chunky baby thighs or chubby baby cheeks?  Nay. 

One time I accidentally called Spencer cute and fat.  I meant to tell him that he was cute, but the “and fat” just kind of popped out after from habit.  He pretended to be real offended, but he knew I didn’t mean it.  He is cute though, that’s for sure.   

Speaking of cute, I can’t wait to see that little cutie pictured above!  I am so excited I can’t stand it!  After all, can you blame me?  I mean look at her! 

She’s cute :)

 

 

 

 

 

And fat. 

Analogy

To be honest we aren’t the biggest celebrators of Valentines Day around here.  GASP.  I know.  We don’t hate V Day by any means, we just don’t do a whole lot to mark the holiday.  We’re not scrooges or anything, we just don’t go all out. 

Since our family received our recent sad news, it seems like infertility has been especially biting.  And I was doing so well too!  Most people have been so kind to us and sensitive to our loss.  But there are always some that don’t understand.  Some who don’t know how we could possibly mourn the loss of a baby that was never ours. 

Let me assure you, we can.  The pain we have felt over losing the baby we had waited for for three years and planned on for three months was very real.  It was the loss of a dream.  Again.  Believe me, just because I wasn’t pregnant does NOT mean that our loss was any less excruciating.  Please, please, do not diminish what we are going through.

So what does all this have to do with Valentines Day?

Valentines day: Singles :: Mothers day: Infertiles

Our recent family trauma has reminded me, yet again, of all the others who also wait.  Waiting can be so hard.  Reminders can be so painful. 

It has been hard to wait for little ones to come to our family.  But thank goodness I have my Spencer!  I know so many wonderful, amazing, people who are still waiting to find their sweethearts.  Who would love to be married and have a family of their own, but who have not had the opportunity.  Their wait is difficult too.  And I guess my mind is just on those sweet friends of mine today. 

Love is a great thing to celebrate!  I guess I am just mindful of those who don’t have someone to celebrate with.

I hope all my friends, especially the ones who are waiting, have a wonderful happy day!