Since all I ever do anymore is cry, I figure, why not go looking for reasons? I had two all-out, breakdown, hysterical sob fests yesterday. Why? Couldn’t even tell you now. Not a clue. I know that the tear stains on my glasses are probably never coming off.

Dear God, it’s me, Brandi, can I PLEASE have my hormones back?!

In any event, I was all of a sentence-and-a-half into this article when I started crying, because I could feel where it was going and it was already too much for my estrogen. It’s a wonderful must-read story about friendship and surrogacy. Everyone she have a friend like this.

Best Friends Forever at ConceiveOnline.com