Now where did I put that?

I'm sure you can all relate to misplacing things. Maybe you walk into a room and wonder, "Now what did I come in here for?"

Ok totally random: My 5 year old daughter just said, "Sorry mom."  "Sorry for what?"  "For stinking up your bathroom."  HA HA HA HA.

So lately we'll be at the store, at John's parents, wherever. We'll go to leave and we do the headcount, right? Ok there's 3 kids. Wait, where's the other one? We're missing a kid. Wait, never mind, we only have 3 kids. Where's my 4th kid? I feel like I'm missing a kid. What's that all about?

My last baby was almost 6 years ago. Hubby got a vasectomy shortly after. Part of the reason I became a surrogate? Yes. Did I ever want to keep my surro-babies? Heck no, they weren't mine!  Do I want a baby of my own? Heck yes!!!

I keep telling hubby, "Now that we've been through the temple, maybe we'll have a miracle baby."
He firmly says, "No, there won't be a miracle baby, sorry."  And yet I feel like there's another baby out there for us.