We talk a lot about how we need to be optimistic-- I err on the side of negativity, so Heather talks a lot about how I need to be optimistic. And Mamie was emphatic about that, too. Like how you're supposed to have a picture of an island next to your desk to remind you to save money for your vacation and not spend it on books about fertility diets that prohibit you from wheat consumption.
However, in visiting the California Cryobank's Facebook page, I learned that there are some optimistic women who express their good wishes with the term "baby dust." Like, "Sending you lots of baby dust!"
A) That's tragically sappy and
B) also creepy. Dust made out of babies?
Apparently we are clapping our hands so that Tink will get well. Everyone! Clap! Clap! Say "I believe in babies!"