When you and your spouse are not on the same page

The decision to have a child is life changing no matter how this child is going to come into your life.  If you are choosing to adopt a child, there are many added discussions to have with your spouse.  I wrote about 6 very important discussions to have with your spouse before making the decision to adopt.

Please click on the link to find the article!

http://adoption.com/6-discussions-to-have-when-you-and-your-spouse-are-not-on-the-same-page-with-adoption

5 Things You Might Not Get About My Adopted Child

Here’s my latest from Adoption.com. I enjoyed writing this article because I feel it helps people get a better understanding of adoption, adoption positive language, and the fact that it’s such a beautiful expression of love.

Please check out the article here:  http://adoption.com/5-things-you-might-not-get-about-my-adopted-child

I Ask For the Nations…

My mom read my blog about being scared to adopt again. This isn’t news, she’s my mom, my biggest supporter, and she reads everything that I write. But she said to me, “Honey, if you want to adopt again, go for it. Leave it in God’s hands and He’ll take care of it.” Normally, I’d take this advice, but instead I spat back at her, “I left everything in God’s hands, and He let me get pregnant only to have it end in miscarriage. So I’m not sure how much leaving another adoption in His hands is going to work out for me.” She replied with, “That isn’t fair to say.” To which I said, “I don’t care. That’s how I feel right now.”

Why I’m Scared to Adopt Again

I’ve always wanted four kids. That’s not a secret. Husband and I had unofficially decided on three and a half…counting Z as the “half”. Not that he’s half of a child, but that he’s with us half of the time… When I found out about my infertility, the plan of 4 kids takes a drastically different turn. There’s no longer the question of “how many kids?” there’s only the question of, “will there ever be ANY kids?”

Back to Work

Musings of my first week back to work…

Monday, January 11

I go back to work tomorrow. I don’t want to. I’m not ready, but I’m afraid I’ll never be ready. I’m afraid that when I go back everything will be the same. I’m afraid that when I go back nothing will be the same. I’m afraid I won’t have the same enthusiasm I normally have while teaching. I’m afraid of the questions I’ll have to answer. I’m afraid of the questions that won’t be asked.

Gone.

I sat down to write a blog about the physical pain of miscarriage because there’s a lot. And it’s awful. But it wasn’t shaping up, and I think it wasn’t writing itself like I wanted because I can’t separate the emotional pain from the physical pain. I’m just constantly in pain, but I’m never sure which one is going to hit at any given time.

With every cramp and every time I go to the bathroom, I’m reminded that this isn’t just a regular period. This is happening because my baby is gone.

My baby is gone.

Just like that

I was pregnant. And now I’m not.

Just like that.

I suppose I should back up and start at the beginning. Because I write about adoption, not pregnancy. Bridgette is the BBB author who can get pregnant. I have a 1% chance. Apparently I am the 1%.