Its Your Turn.

I had a weird experience the other day. With so many G-mas in town, there really isn't a need for Wyatt to come with me to the doctor. But I needed to do a blood test right before his swim lessons so he came with me. We walked in the waiting room and all the women's eyes went straight for Wyatt. You don't see very many children in a fertility clinic. The odds of these couples getting even one is tricky. I felt almost guilty for bringing him there. I used to be one of those mothe's. I would sit on the couch and watch a mother bring in her child and think, "When is it my turn?" I won't stop bringing Wyatt to the doctor's. But I wish I could say to these moms, its ok. Do what you need to do. If it is supposed to be, it will be your turn.