Well it wasn't Calgon but it was my sweet hubby who agreed -- We. Need. A. Vacation!! So we booked an all-inclusive resort in Punta Cana and went. It was 4 days of total relaxation in a perfectly gorgeous setting with all that my little heart could desire... palm-tree lined beach, pools flanked by cabanas, great restaurants, fruity cocktails served in hollowed-out coconuts, and the list goes on. We took a tennis lesson, went for a horseback ride on the beach and I had a fantastic relaxation massage.
I think it was just what the Dr. ordered. I even made a pledge to myself that I would not bring up babies, trying to conceive, upcoming doctor's appointments, adoption paperwork, homestudy appointments or anything of the like... and I pretty much did it! That doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about those things, mind you, but I at least kept a lid on it and didn't voice my thoughts aloud. Aren't you proud?!? All of these things are so emotionally cumbersome, so all-consuming, that it does a body good to just take a stinking break. Also, did I mention, this was an adults-only resort, and that little perk was well worth it. :-)
On the adoption front, our home study paperwork has been submitted and we are scheduled with the social worker for June 16! Better get cracking on that birthparent letter!!
Our Miracle
Monday, May 24, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Tummy aches
I feel like I want to throw up.
I wish it was naseau... but - more likely - mean, green jealousy.
(Sigh.) I don't like myself very much right now. And I also don't like Facebook.
I wish it was naseau... but - more likely - mean, green jealousy.
(Sigh.) I don't like myself very much right now. And I also don't like Facebook.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Milestones suck
The feelings of loss and grief are always there. Most of the time, we just push them down far inside us, so deep that they can't see the light of day, can't be recognized by those who don't really know us. That is what allows us to keep going. That, and prayer, and lots of hugs from our supportive hubbies!
I am speaking in plural, because I know I am not alone in these feelings. I know you are out there, too.
But every now and then, a milestone comes along that just brings those emotions right up, smack-dab to the surface, and there isn't a darn thing we can do to stop it.
Sometimes, it is the stupidest milestone you can imagine. Tonight, it was the annual end-of-the-year dinner for a volunteer organization I am lucky to be involved with. I enjoyed the dinner, truly, but was haunted throughout the night knowing this was a milestone that hurt. I remember being there last year and being in my 2ww that ended up resulting in pregnancy with Baby #2. I found out I was pregnant just a few days after the dinner. That pregnancy lasted 5 weeks (well, 9 weeks, but 5 where I knew about it). As we know, here I am a year later, no closer to being a mom than I was then.
I cried all the way home.
Okay, maybe that isn't true. Surely I am closer now to being a mom than I was then, even though it isn't evident to me now. Surely the time will come, and that time is closer now, closer still every day. That day when I hold my baby in my arms will make all these days of burt worthwhile. I hope.
On a brighter note, I am so excited to find out the sex of a dear friend's baby, which will be revealed to her tomorrow and to the public very soon! She has suffered a long road getting here, too, and it will be a joyful day!
We have to focus on those days, do we not? There is abundant joy in this life and we can't let ourselves forget it, no matter how hard. But tonight, it is hard.
I am speaking in plural, because I know I am not alone in these feelings. I know you are out there, too.
But every now and then, a milestone comes along that just brings those emotions right up, smack-dab to the surface, and there isn't a darn thing we can do to stop it.
Sometimes, it is the stupidest milestone you can imagine. Tonight, it was the annual end-of-the-year dinner for a volunteer organization I am lucky to be involved with. I enjoyed the dinner, truly, but was haunted throughout the night knowing this was a milestone that hurt. I remember being there last year and being in my 2ww that ended up resulting in pregnancy with Baby #2. I found out I was pregnant just a few days after the dinner. That pregnancy lasted 5 weeks (well, 9 weeks, but 5 where I knew about it). As we know, here I am a year later, no closer to being a mom than I was then.
I cried all the way home.
Okay, maybe that isn't true. Surely I am closer now to being a mom than I was then, even though it isn't evident to me now. Surely the time will come, and that time is closer now, closer still every day. That day when I hold my baby in my arms will make all these days of burt worthwhile. I hope.
On a brighter note, I am so excited to find out the sex of a dear friend's baby, which will be revealed to her tomorrow and to the public very soon! She has suffered a long road getting here, too, and it will be a joyful day!
We have to focus on those days, do we not? There is abundant joy in this life and we can't let ourselves forget it, no matter how hard. But tonight, it is hard.
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