The following was written by Katie Jennings for Meridian Magazine.
I’m Katie. I’m a vibrant, loud, exuberant, obnoxious, fun loving 33-year-old woman. I have an amazing, kind husband who just happens to be the love of my life. I have a job that I adore. I have a ward family that I love almost as much as I love my own. And the only babies I have, and will ever have, come equipped with four legs, whiskers and tails.
You may think that I still have time, that miracles happen every day, that I can “just adopt”, that I shouldn’t give up hope and that I just possibly need to relax and it will happen.
That is simply untrue.
Let me rewind.
About 14 years ago, I met the most handsome man I had ever seen. After waiting a few months, we had our first date. I immediately went home, called my Grandma and told her that I had met the man I was going to marry. A few more months went by and a pretty diamond ended up on my finger. After a few more months, I was sealed to my superhero husband in the Mount Timpanogos temple.
It may sound like a fairy tale, and to be completely truthful, it is. Except for one thing.
A few more months went by and my sister-in-law got pregnant. Then my other sister-in-law got pregnant. And then my friends got pregnant. And my coworkers got pregnant. And I….well, didn’t. It’s not like I didn’t want to. It’s not like I wasn’t trying.
Read Jenning’s full article at LDSmag.com
