The high councilman's talk about the sacrifice of having and adopting a total of nine children was too much for me today. So I walked out.
The foyer was full of people with babies, which didn't help at all. I went to the bathroom to stifle my tears, only to hear his voice piping in through a speaker.
I figured out how to turn the speaker off and was in the midst of shaking my fist at heaven from within a stall when I was interrupted by a mother coming into the bathroom with her young son. She was unreasonably scolding him for not being perfectly reverent. They exit.
I was then asked to substitute in Nursery. I said yes before I could think of an excuse to say no.
Somehow, infertility didn't seem like a good enough reason.
