I haven't written a letter to Santa in a while. Okay, it's been a long while. But this year, I know what I want him to bring me. So here goes.
Dear Santa,
I made you some chocolate covered caramels with fleur de sel. I figured you might be sick of cookies. Sorry about the attack Golden Retriever that I'm sure made your entrance pretty difficult. She's always been scared of big men with hats. And not so fond of facial hair either.
Anyway, this year I've been more nice than naughty, I'm quite sure, and I know just what I would like from your big bag of good stuff. You might have to pull some strings with the stork (you have connections, right?) but I really don't think it's too much to ask you to fill my uterus instead of my stocking this Christmas.
In all actuality, I think The Hubby will do most of the work for you, but if you could just work some Christmas magic and make this the year that my uterus is full (at least for nine months) we would be eternally grateful. We're not picky, a boy or girl will do. A boy and girl would be okay too. Or two boys...or two girls...you get the picture.
You see Santa, The Husband and I have been trying our hardest, doing all the right things, hoping and hoping for a bundle of joy. I think we should be close to the top of the Nice List by now.
Have a safe flight!
Sincerely,
Emily (a.k.a. The Girl with the Empty Uterus)
