Keep on trucking..

So it has been a week since the massive container has been sitting in our living room with our potential children frozen. It's almost heart breaking to look at it everyday wondering when we can awake them from their frosty slumber and squirt them into potential life. Our new addiction is the sticks that take your urine and turn it into a couple lines or a smiley face that we have yet to see. The lines are faint but yet dark it all turns into a very confusing process. Like one that will never end... meanwhile our potential child sleeps frozen in our living room. And I still have yet to answer the four year olds question of what exactly that big container contains. She seems to belive it is a secret surprise we are holding on to until she is a perfect angel for an entire day... in that case... it would be there for years and years to come.