So I haven’t blogged in over a year… but I need to hurry up and record my stories before I forget them forever! I apparently forgot how to even use this site (which I never really learned in the first place), but my pictures are too big. Eh, maybe I’ll fix them later. But for now, I recap:
You see what happened was…
Rwanda closed adoptions. The intent of this blog was to tell our adoption journey. Okay, it’s just going to be the life journey. I don’t know anything anymore! But we decided while awaiting for Rwanda to reopen, we’ll go ahead and have baby #2 the old-fashioned way.
And about a year ago, I became very forgetful. As in more than usual. I even locked Twinklet in the car one time. With the keys. And had firetrucks, police, ambulances, and one terrified sweaty 2.5 yr old….
Then after much deliberation, we officially decided it was time to move back home. RR travels a lot, and I wanted to have family nearby. We knew the longer we stayed in Aggieland, the harder it would be to leave, and our intention was ALWAYS to return home.
So I announced at my beloved job that I wouldn’t be coming back next year. And I sobbed and sobbed. And I came home and ate this:
And RR walked in the door from work and just gaped at me, a sobbing mess, eating ice cream from a tub. This made me realize I have an issue. Sure enough…
and thus began even more craziness. The emotional packing up our home that we adored, quitting my job, leaving our friends, and preparing for a BABY without a home to move in to!! Well-meaning family and friends would say “so I guess you’re not adopting now, huh?” and I would get so upset and defensive. My being pregnant didn’t a child out of an orphanage and give him/her a chance at a life of love.
This pregnancy was SO DIFFERENT than my first. Instead of feeling sorry for myself for having morning sickness, I thought about the biological mother of my 3rd child across the world. I would be nauseated and couldn’t eat much, but she is wondering when she’ll be able to eat again. She doesn’t have to stand at a pharmacy and read bottles of pre-natal vitamins because she doesn’t have that option. Does she have access to clean drinking water? What is HER reaction to getting pregnant? Did she immediately know she wouldn’t keep this baby? What will HER childbirth experience be like?? And as excited as I was for this new life growing in my womb, I continued to long for and miss my little Rwandese baby.
Fast forward… I knew it was a boy. Just KNEW it. It would be perfect. We’d have 2 little boys and then a sweet little African girl. My boys would adore her and protect her, and when I’d have to spend hours on her hair, she’d be the only one with long hair and it wouldn’t be weird. (okay, I’m ridiculous, I admit!). During our ultra sound, we were shocked to find out it, it’s a GIRL!
(the pic we texted our friends and family to let them know… notice we were wearing BLUE because we knew baby Ace was in there!).
Soon, school was out. RR was amazing at packing/moving. I am soooo fortunate to have phenomenal friends who would come help me clean out or pack boxes. I am forever indebted to Jenny. Seriously. And we were so fortunate to sell our house FAST!
rrr and Pansy both LOVED that our house was always covered in boxes!
We moved in with my parents. I incubated a baby girl, whom I’ll call “Pippi”, since I’m not allowed to use real names on here (really RR has asked me not to even put pics on the internet. This is a compromise! Plus, he doesn’t really know I have a blog!).
Anyways, back home we lived. Life was great. We actually really enjoyed living with my parents. But I was antsy to nest. I got a job (too far away) and we looked for houses. And we swam a lot.
We finally bought our new house in October. Immediately after that, I turned 30 (while RR was out of state and I was big pregnant and feeling sorry for myself for not celebrating). Then on November 1, I was in a wreck. Thus, maternity leave started early for me.
And on 11/11/11, I got my WISH and gave birth to this beautiful creature:
and I was smitten.
and so was rr. And Daddoo, too!
And now she is 3 months old.
Well-meaning people tell us we have the perfect family: 1 boy and 1 girl, but I continue to feel such a deep longing for my #3. I am so exhausted. I don’t know how people survive having so many little ones. But I know that there is another baby somewhere in the world, and that I’m that baby’s Mama. And I need to find a way to find that baby and bring him/her home.
None of this is remotely eloquent. But there’s my 2 minute recap of my past year.
And I’m going to consider that caught up because it’s 2am and this mama is tired! I’ll tell fun stories later. :)