Tis the season...

for people to lose their minds at the mall. It is truly unbelieveable to me how people behave before the holidays. Jason and I went to the mall today, and I'm constantly amazed at the crowds. All these people in one place to buy things for people that they don't need, or won't like. Isn't the holiday season supposed to be about the birth of a saviour and oil lasting 8 days instead of one night, about kindness and love and hope??? So, there I am in the mall, wandering....thinking about the progesterone shots my Dr. just told me I'd have to give myself ("big needle," she says. As opposed to the "small needle" I'll be using the 4 weeks prior for the lupron)....wondering how on earth I'm going to jab myself everday with this "big needle" (I hate needles)....and there's this baby, just sitting in a stroller, looking blissful...and I realize how I'm going to jab myself everyday with this "big needle." And then I think that a baby is the only gift I ever want to get, for the rest of my life... just one healthy baby. No more birthday, valentine's day, anniversary, chanukkah or christmas gifts.... just one baby this year and I'm good for eternity. I'm going to send my letter to Santa. Maybe he can get the message to the folks upstairs.