Poster Child

It seems as though Ellie and I are the poster children for those who hold out hope of having a baby in their forties. We were at Philip's dermatologist appointment Thursday and the forty-something  Esthetician and Nurse had a little convo (after they found out how old I was) that went something like this: "See, there is still hope. You could still have a baby. Look at her. She is so cute". And I added sarcastically, "Yeah, I am not tired at all. Go ahead, do it".