Some day I will be able to see the glow in his eyes
when at last I tell him I'm going on five weeks
that same night.
Some day I will wake up nauseous and throw up the entire day.
Then I'll cry that night after seeing the positive sign on the pregnancy test that for so long I used to hate.
Some day we will be at a store buying the cutest things while trying to agree on a name.
Some day we will see a 3D picture of our miracle
and go home to stick it in a blue or pink frame
that we can look at every day.
Some day seems so far away, but who besides God
knows our true fate.
Maybe our miracle baby is on the way.
Until then all we can do is pray for the joy of being
blessed with the gift of being a parent
some day.