I suppose it's in this light that I received a strange phone call.
Mie: "Hi, how are you?"
Someone else: "Hi it's (insert)"
Mie: "Sure hi! How are you?"
Someone else: "I'm ok. I got my tubes tied today."
Mie: "Oh. How do you feel about that?"
Someone else: "I feel good about getting it done but it doesn't feel good (the body)".
Mie: "Sure, I understand".
Mind you - I haven't spoken to this person on the phone in nearly 8 months. This is the first conversation I've had since then aside from a few brief texts.
I'm not exaggerating, this is nearly verbatim.
Someone at work today asked mie if I plan on having any more (biological) children. I said I didn't really plan on it but I don't think about it much, if it happens it happens and I hope it does but I don't really count on it. That's the truth.
The phone call I received today kind of felt like a separate instance of infertility (or third, I suppose). My husband and I can't conceive. Our daughter's brother is being raised by another family. Now the other parents who may have birthed potential siblings for our children can no longer conceive either. Secretly, yes, I'd hoped one day my children would have a biological sibling, if not both of them then at least one of them (raised in our home). I suppose that isn't going to happen.
I really don't think about having more biological children often but when things like this come up it rips a little bit of the scab so that it never really has a chance to heal into a complete scar, calloused and hardened.
I suppose I don't really want to be calloused and hardened though.
So here's to God keeping us on our toes.