TTC is like a child on Christmas morning. We wait all night for Santa to come. We go to bed early in hopes that Santa will soon arrive and leave us our special and prized loot. We wake up extra early in the morning, before anyone could muster a "get back to bed" and "OOOHHH" and "AAAHHHHH" over what is under our tree. We run and wake EVERYONE up
, just so we can undo that beautiful wrapping. The first gift we choose, the excitement and anticipation is built, we open it up only to find.... pants. 
The next gift anticipation and excitment builds again only to find..... a shirt. And this journey continues until that last present. Its hidden way behind the christmas tree. You know..... the one where you have to get on your belly and scoot under the tree..... and stretch every muscle in your body, you stretch your finger tips.... and.... you..... got.... it!! There now its in your hands... Now for you, your a little weary to open the gift, because time after time it has not met your anticipations. So, with a reluctant heart you open it. Only to find that the gift, that precious little trinket that awaits your glimpse, is the very gift you have been waiting all night and all morning to open. 
The only difference between Christmas and TTC, is that the gifts are pregnancy test. And the "Giver" is God.
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