I didn't expect to be quite so angry upon leaving the baby shower today. Maybe it's because I confirmed that the coworker I sit next to is also pregnant. Maybe it's my hormones; I put the moonstones in my pocket this morning to jump start my system because I was a day late, and sure enough, it worked! Maybe it's because I got to hold a baby at the shower, and her smell is still in my shirt. Whatever the reason, I hurt now. I'm so ready, so very ready. I'm not celebrating my next birthday until my body's with child...I simply can't reconcile myself with turning 39 without a baby inside of me.