Please

Please, please, God- let her be pregnant tomorrow. Let us be pregnant and have a healthy, happy, miracle baby. It must happen because we both so badly want and need it. It is meant to be- surely,she doesn't deserve to be so hurt. Please, God, it's in your hands. I have no idea what to do if it doesn't happen. It'll be like a death... a big, multiple death.... We're waiting for the good news. i don't want to see Anne's heart broken- is it any wonder my intestines are turning inside out. Ah, I was so scared, in denial, even when I always knew I wanted it- now I know, I know, I know!!!! Please, God. We're waiting. Can she/he come in?... Please?