I did what I had to do. Instead of using ovulation test kits or pregnancy tests, we did paperwork. Instead of talking to an OB/GYN, we had home visits with our social worker. We did have monthly check ups. They were workshops and classes that Brian and I took together, learning about all aspects of becoming a family through adoption. I certainly ate enough for two (stress will do that to you) and put on more than my share of "baby weight". We prepared and found a pediatrician, found a day care, and started planning out the nursery. Month after month, there was something to do. I've talked to my benefits department and my bosses, so that I can take my "maternity leave" when the baby comes. And yet, the kid is about to be overdue. Today marks 9 months of waiting, though we've been in this much longer than that. This is THE longest pregnancy ever! I'm not crying today. I'm contemplating. I've read so much about people being so down and depressed at this point in the wait. I'm not. I'm not happy about it, mind you, but I'm still standing. I saw yesterday that yet another family from Open Arms has adopted. Seems like most of the people up on that website of theirs came after us, or close to the same time as us. It's a good thing... means they're busy and they're placing babies. Maybe we're next. I wish more than anything this would happen now, (as in RIGHT now!) but I guess it's not. I'm willing that darn phone to ring. Please ring! Please...
We're going to dinner and a movie tonight. Part of the bucket list... do the things that might be hard once the little one comes. We bought our tickets for The Lion King. We're moving forward with it.
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