I’ve missed writing. Twitter is so concise and Facebook is so charged and I don’t even know what snapchat is or periscope or so many other forms of social media. So since it turns out I can remember my password, I thought maybe I’d give this a try again. In addition, it’ll be a nice way to look back at this season of our lives.
Nearly three years ago Stephen and I stopped using birth control. About a year after that we had miscarriage number one. It was brief and sucky and I mishandled it. About three months after that, we had miscarriage number two, which was longer and more painful, but because we’d let a few people in on it, a little bit easier emotionally. And since then, we’ve had nothing but regular periods. Yippee.
Last November we applied to be adoptive parents with Oklahoma DHS. In March we were approved. In late June, we found out we’d matched with two little girls. We are now in the process of doing visits with them. Nothing is for certain. Nothing.
In three years, we’ve become the weird people without kids in our age group. Sometimes that’s ok. Often it’s not. It’s an awkward place to be in. I’ve found that people are often quick to dismiss our struggles because we don’t have kids. If you catch me doing that if we have kids, please feel free to call me on it. I would never want to do a thing that cause me so much pain. On the flip side, we’ve grown a little more selfish and a little more set in our ways. I’m under no illusions that this will be easy to overcome.
If anyone bothered to read this, thank you. I promise more politics and less feelings later on. And definitely more cat pictures.