Time to go fishing!

Once again, I caught the first fish of the year. Josh had just put out some line for crawdads and hadn't even casted his fishing pole out yet. He heard me giggle and asked me what was funny. "This is my I caught the first fish and I'm trying not to be smug about it giggle."

And of course I caught the biggest fish. And the most fish. *giggle* I always out fish Josh.

My second fish. Josh still hadn't caught any.

Josh holding the fish we kept. We threw a few back and one jumped off the bank and got away. Josh made fish tacos for his dinner (I don't like fish). You can see the picture and recipe on my cooking blog.

The loons are so fun to watch. I love to watch them dive in the water and try to guess where they will resurface. We thought they ate small fish like minnows, but one came up holding the tail of a good sized fish. He didn't stick around to get a picture though. It was so cool.

Here's one more picture of my fish. (Josh says I'm so *humble* about catching fish).

Baby Shower Gifts

I've been busy the last few nights working on some baby shower gifts. Quite a while back I found a tutorial for Baby Sock Rose Bouquet. It looked so cute. However, I did not enjoy making it.

The first problem was finding socks. Oh, you can buy baby socks just about anywhere. But try finding a solid color sock. The ones with stripes and designs don't look as good rolled up as a rose.

They suggest using floral wire for the stems. I never could get it to work. My first rose attempt took 8 tries before I liked it enough to not undo it. Then the rose was so heavy, the stem wouldn't hold it upright. I had some old fake flowers that I haven't used since we moved, so I took the heads off and used them as stems instead. That worked better.


The other problem was taping the rose onto the stem. A few weeks ago I made flower pens at work and they were so easy to make. But the tape I bought for personal use would not stick. Not to the sock. Not to the stem. Not to itself. I ended up with 20 roses, but I made each of them at least 3 (or 8) times before I could be happy with them. By the end I was so frustrated that I didn't do my best effort on a few. (The ugly ones are buried in the middle with the good ones on top.)


Here's a close up of the best rose. Of course I also made a diaper cake. I love making those. I did this one a little differently. Each layer is diapers. On the middle layer I outlined it with onesies. Simple, but still cute.

Formspring question answered - Adoption questions you don't like

What adoption question are you sick of people asking? by jilleb163

*Stepping on soapbox

Where do I start? I hate it when people imply that by adopting, you will automatically become pregnant. They may know someone who did adopt and become pregnant. I know those people too. But for every couple that has adopted and then gotten pregnant, I can name 10 that adopted and then didn't get pregnant.

Couples don't choose to adopt just because they can't get pregnant. A lot of couples can get pregnant, but for different infertility reasons, they can't carry their child full-term and their pregnancy ends in a miscarriage, still birth, or pre-mature birth and death.

But I also know the hundreds that adopt. And then they adopt again. And again. But they never do get pregnant (or they do, but they still continue to have the problems listed above). Here's the kicker. Apparently the only way to never, ever, ever get pregnant, is to never have sex.

For me personally, I couldn't explore adoption until I had come to terms with never being pregnant. It was a tough battle. But I can honestly say that I have NO desire to ever be pregnant. In fact, the thought of it scares me to death.

*Continuing on my soapbox

I don't like it when people try to make this big distinction between adopted children and biological children. They make it sound like biological children are real and adopted children aren't.

From my favorite adoption book, "The Adoption Decision" I like to quote:

Natural child: Any child who is not artificial.
Real parent: Any parent who is not imaginary.
Your own child: Any child who is yours to love.
Adopted child: A natural child, with a real parent, who is loved.

If I'm in sassy mood, I'll also ask you, "Was your child born vaginally or by c-section?"

An adopted child is no different than a biological child. You love them just as much. You are the mother to them in all the same ways you would be to a biological child. You give them a home, food, clothes, discipline, love. You give your entire heart to a child, no matter what way they join your family. To me, the only difference is, if I could get pregnant, my child would join my family in nine months. Because we are adopting, we have been paper pregnant for 2 years, 3 months, and 6 days (with still no end in sight).

*Yep, still on my soapbox
I don't like it when people question our chosen adoption path. Every family makes their own adoption choice. Some choose international. Some choose to foster-to-adopt. I may be okay with never getting pregnant, but I want the entire baby experience. Please don't question me on my own feelings. And don't try to change them.

*Still on my soapbox and now getting more personal
When we told people about meeting C, I hated the automatic judgments they passed. "How young is she?" "Is this her first time pregnant?" "Is the dad a steady boyfriend?" Some of their questions made me want to vomit. I HATE the assumptions people make about girls considering adoption. These women LOVE their unborn child, more then they love themselves. These women are upstanding women who made a mistake. Guess what, all people make mistakes. No one is immune from it.

*Another personal experience
The biggest irritation when we told people about C was their very first response, "What if she changes her mind." Yes, I realize that she did end up changing her mind. But I hated it because I felt like I wasn't even allowed to be happy about being chosen. I felt like they were already assuming the worse. We waited almost 2 years to get chosen, and THAT is what people had to say about it? My usual response was "We aren't going to think about that. We are going to enjoy every minute of this." I have no regrets there. We did enjoy every minute. If we get chosen again, I will do the same thing. I'm not going to think about the "what if's." Every one else shouldn't either.

*Getting off soapbox.

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The Challenge

I hate wearing glasses. I also hate wearing contacts. I can see okay without corrective eye care, but I know I see better with it.

I hate glasses because they make my face look crooked. Maybe on of my ears sits higher or maybe its my nose. I just know that when I wear glasses, they will not sit straight on my face. They pinch behind my ears and give me headaches. They don't stay up on my nose where I would like them too.

So for the last 18 months or so, I have been struggling to wear contacts. I have tried several brands now and I'm starting to think I might have to go back to wearing glasses. I am wasting money on contacts. I'll put in a new pair and wear for a week or so, then I won't wear them again for a few months. So I throw away an old pair of contacts that really only got a weeks worth of use.

My problem is that contacts make my eyes tired. I know the amount of sleep I get affects that to a degree, but even if I get a long nights sleep, I put my contacts in and within hours my eyes are sluggish and sleepy. That just affect my entire body and makes it think it too is sleepy. I also used to struggle with my eyes feeling dry, but this last brand has been better. Its not like having something on my eye bothers me. I don't think I would even notice them, if I felt fully awake. I can take my contacts out and within an hour I don't feel sleepy.

Last week I decided I have to commit to some form of eye correction. I still have a few sets of contacts left and I am going to give them one more chance. But this time I am in it for the long haul. I'm just starting into week 2. Sad to say, but that means I've probably broken a record of consecutive days overall of wearing contacts.

But this time I think I can do it. The first reason is I have a friend that is staying on me about it. I give her a daily update on how I'm doing and she cheers me on, or lectures me, which ever is needed. Yesterday I had a headache and took them out right after lunch, that is when she gets after me. I've never worn contacts on Friday's before because its my day off. But I did last Friday, and she cheered me on.

Every time I go to the eye doctor, I look at the pretty carrying cases they have for contacts and I think about buying one. But then I remember how well I don't wear contacts so I decide to not get one. My friend told me to set myself a reward.

So here's the challenge:

30 days (in a row) of contact wear and I am going to buy myself one of those pretty cases.I'm also going to start trying to challenge myself in all areas of life. I'm not sure how often I'll do this, but I'll try to keep you updated. My next challenge will be getting my bike fixed up so I can start riding it again. Oh, and find a new purse. I am desperate need of one of those.

What areas of life do you challenge yourself to be better in?

Formspring question answered - Open adoption

Are you still considering open adoption?

I love open adoption and hope that we will be able to have a great relationship with our birth mom and her family (and hopefully the birth father too). We have kept our searching within the state in hopes that our birth mom will live in Utah. Then we can have frequent visits with her.

To me adoption is about the child. But after that is about the birth mom. Then on the bottom of the scale is the adoptive couple. The child's needs should be met first. They need to know their birth mom. They need to know how much she loves them and why she made the decision she did. How better to let them know than through open adoption and a continued relationship with the birth mom.

Then there is the birth mom. She puts a lot on the line when she makes her adoption plan. So her needs should be met too. She needs pictures to see how happy the family is. She might want visits to reassure her of her decision. I bought an expensive camera so I could take better quality pictures because I hoped to share them with our birth family someday. Our goal with C was monthly visits. The times we went to see her we always treated her to dinner. If things had continued we would have have tried to keep up on the monthly visits, but since we would be buying diapers and formula, we probably would have just hung out at her house, which I know would have been fine. She would want to see her baby, not eat dinner.

I guess I can see why open adoption scares some people. But when something is unfamiliar to you, it can be scary. My favorite thing to say about open adoption is: There is nothing wrong with more people loving your child. That is what open adoption is about.

What terrifies me is a closed adoption. I hate to think of never knowing anything about our child's birthmom and not having at least continual contact through letters and pictures.

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Formspring question answered - How are you really doing?

How are you really doing since your failed match?

Some days are good and some days are bad. I'm learning what triggers the bad days and trying to avoid those things.

Its tough thinking that after so many years of trying and so many years of waiting you are going to finally be a mom, only to learn that you have to go back to the waiting.

There is only a few people I will talk to with complete honesty about how I am doing. They are all part of the adoption world and I know they will understand my feelings and not judge me. The most honest answer I can give you is, life is pretty tough right now, but I'm doing my best to deal with my grief. If you think I'm completely happy, look deeper, there is still so much pain.

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Formspring question answered - How did you and Josh meet?

How did you and your hubby meet and how long did you date before you got married? by jacobandsharon

Josh and I met the the beginning of my junior year/his senior year. One of my good friends had relatives and friends in Altamont and I actually dated Josh's best friend first. I met Josh the night after his friend and I had hooked up. I dated his friend for about a month and the entire time Josh didn't try to hide the fact that he had a crush on me. The one thing I remember most is one night a group of us were at Taco Time and I caught him staring at me. I asked what he was looking at and he said, "Just enjoying the view."

The night his friend and I broke up, Josh was right there to ask for my phone number. But it also happened to be hunting season and I got tired of waiting for him to call, so I called him first. Our first date was just a group of us going to the park to hang out. He kept trying to hold my hand and it scared me, so I kept taking my hand back and throwing grass at him. He kissed me on my second date (he'll try to tell you it was the 3rd), but then he didn't kiss me again for a few weeks. Within weeks he knew he loved me, but it took me quite a few months to decide I loved him. Poor guy, each time he told me he loved me, all I could say was "thank you." I finally told him I loved him on my birthday, he was shocked into silence.

There was no big surprise proposal, just a bunch of little ones where he would tell me he knew he wanted to marry me. The first time he said that was March 31, 2000. I had gone to his house to study for the ACT test. (Yes, we really did study. How could we do anything else with his mom sitting at the table with us?) When he walked me to my truck that night I asked him what he was thinking. He told me, "I want to marry you." The next day (April 1) he told his mom about the conversation. When she got mad he told her "April Fools."

We dated for 17 months and were married on February 9th, 2001 in the Jordan River Temple. I can't remember my life before him. He makes me laugh, he hold me when I cry. He makes me feel complete. I know it sounds cliche, but he is my other half, I would be lost without him. Next year we celebrate 10 years of marriage, I can't wait to see what the future holds for us.

*If you figure out the math, yes I was not even officially out of high school when we were married. ;) And given the chance to redo things, I would do it the exact same way.

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Formspring question answered - Did you buy baby items?

Did you buy baby clothes and other baby stuff when C chose you? In light of everything, do you recommend waiting to do that and if so for how long? We haven't been matched yet and I don't know when to shop.

I think this is a choice each couple needs to make. If you were pregnant, would you start buying stuff? What if you miscarried after buying stuff?

When we were approved I choose to celebrate by buying John Deere blankets and pillows I found on eBay. One green and one pink. We also bought a swing, high chair, and play yard/bassinet. We were expecting our first nephew and hoped to get some babysitting hours with him so we figured we could put those to use. The high chair has come in handy a few times, like for my Halloween dinners.

When we were chosen I didn't start buying stuff right away. I wanted to know if it was a boy or girl first. I hate gender neutral stuff (like Winnie the Pooh). When we learned it was a girl I started a baby registry on Amazon.com. Everything on my list was pink. I was just waiting for our next trip to go shopping, but that never happened.

If I had purchased stuff, I don't know if it would have been any harder. I think after waiting so long to become parents you have the right to celebrate. If you are willing to take that leap of faith after being chosen, then you should. Don't let the doubt of others hold you back. Every time someone asked us "What if she changes her mind?" we responded with "We have waited too long for this. We are not going to worry about it. We are going to enjoy every minute of it." I have no regrets there.

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Sending Smiles

Some friends of mine have started a blog, Sending Smiles. Here is description right off of their blog:

"It all started with a group of women who love to create. We swap our gifts seasonally and have enjoyed getting to know each other through the process. Recently, we gathered a few homemade gifts together to send a basket of goodies to NieNie, a fellow blogger who has inspired all of us and had been going through a rough time. An almost fatal plane crash, severely burned body and surgery after surgery to allow her to live the best life possible. She has lifted us with her amazing example of motherhood and hopefully we brightened her day with our gifts and love.

This was the beginning of a bright idea, to cheer up someone in need with little gifts, either handmade or store bought. We live in various parts of the U.S. sending smiles by mail. Every month, we will feature someone who is in need of some support. If you would like to nominate someone for us to feature, please see the Nominations page. I feel like this something small we can do to help lift someone's burdens. There is no profit or gain, just a sense of peace for giving and helping in someway with the talents we were blessed with. I hope to be able to touch many lives as we send our "smiles" to those in need of a little cheer and happiness!"

Right now they are sponsoring two people to send smiles to. One of them is my dear friend Meka. Meka recently adopted a little boy that had to spend 3 weeks in NICU before he could go home to join their family. Sending Smiles is sponsoring Onesies for Parker. Meka likes polka dots and I am not sending my package until I have at least one onesies with polka dots on it.

I should also mention that Sending Smiles is hosting a giveway if you follow their site.

What's for dinner?

Every two weeks Josh and I have the same conversation.

Me: I need to go grocery shopping and I need dinner ideas.

Josh: K

Me: What sounds good?

Josh: I don't know. What sounds good to you?

Me: I don't know. That's why I'm asking you.

Then we each take turns saying something that sounds good, which mostly likely will be shot down by the other.

Some of my favorites are:
Spaghetti, Cheesy Pasta, Navajo Tacos, Biscuits & Gravy

Some of Josh's favorites are:
Tacos, Hamburgers, Lasagna, Meatloaf, Steaks

I feel like we always eat the same thing. During the week I like easy, simple, quick dinner because I work so late. But on the weekends I want to cook fancier dishes then just tacos. Especially so I can have something to eat as leftovers in my lunch during the following week.

What are some of your favorite meals?

Formspring Question answered - What went wrong?

I am wondering, now that perhaps you have a bit of perspective (?)- what do you think went wrong with your match?

I don't know that anything went wrong. Sometimes things just don't work out. Both her and her mom sent a message afterwards that I'm sure was meant to offer comfort, but I guess when your heart is breaking, its hard to see the comfort.

When we decide to start looking again and if we ever get lucky enough to meet someone again, I really don't know what to do differently. We really had no idea she was having second thoughts.

Mostly I question God. Why did we meet her? Why did things feel so right only to end this way? Why wasn't it meant to be? What did we do wrong? Maybe this is a question I can't answer....

Happy Easter

The Easter bunny was busy this year, so he had Zipper fill in.

We've never really gotten into the Easter spirit before, but this year we decided to exchange baskets. On Friday we went to Vernal to do our taxes (yay, we are getting an itsy bitsy return which is always better than having to pay more). Then we went to Walmart and tried to shop at the same time, while avoiding the other so they wouldn't see our own carts. It worked almost perfectly (I saw Josh right after he picked out a pillow for me).

Here is the basket I made for Josh. He's been begging for a Wii fishing game, which is actually what made me decide we should exchange gifts this year so I could buy it as a surprise. I bought him his two favorite drinks and then a basket full of candy.

This is the basket he made for me. He even put the pillow in my pillow case (that is why it doesn't show up very well). He also got me measuring spoons & cups that I was in desperate need of.

I LOVE the basket he picked out. I almost called him in the store to tell him to pick a basket I could use year round, but I didn't want to act like a controlling wife so I didn't. It was the most beautiful basket in the store, and he got it for me! My husband is the greatest.

When we pulled into the driveway Friday afternoon he told me he didn't want to wait until Sunday to exchange baskets, he bought me something he thought I would want to use this weekend. I had a small moment of panic because when I bought him the Wii games, I also bought Mario Party Wii for myself. I was worried he had bought it too.

We quickly put our baskets together and made the exchange. I'm glad we didn't wait. We have had fun this weekend eating candy, watching movies, and playing games.

We also had a moment of confusion. We each thought the other was going to buy the New Moon DVD so neither of us bought it. He thought I would buy it because I think its cute he is such a huge fan of Twilight and I thought he would buy it because I remember telling him I wanted three movies: The Blind Side, New Moon, and Bolt. So on Monday when he goes to class in Vernal he is going to swing in and buy those two movies to add to my basket.

Formspring - Ask me a question!

I seem to have lost my blogger mojo over the last few months so I thought I would sign up for Formspring and see if I can dig up something to blog about. The widget is in my left sidebar or you can click HERE to ask me a question. You can do it anonymously so feel free to ask anything.

Ask about adoption.

Ask my favorite _______.

Ask how I spend my time on the weekends.

Ask about my kitties.

Ask ANYTHING!

Please ask me something so I'll have something to talk about. I really do miss blogging.

Spring Swaperoo

I love my Spring Swaperoo gift! On Monday I received the first part. My partner had a custom order charm made from the r house couture Esty Store. I LOVE IT!

Then on Friday I was finally able to get to the Post Office during their office hours and pick up the other package. So cute! I'm heating up the hot chocolate right now (because it SNOWED last night) and I can't wait to cook the pasta. I think I'll do some Fettuccine Alfredo. I also love the hot pad and kitchen towel. I have received kitchen towels in my last three packages and I love them! It might seem like a simple or boring gift to others, but I love my growing collection of kitchen towels.

When my office made our big move last month, someone put some speckled plastic eggs on the give away or throw away table. I loved them, but didn't have any where to put them. I love how they look in this basket.
I opened the box right in the Post Office (while they were looking for my other package). When I got to the car I told Josh, "How cute, she included little mice for the kitties." That has become my favorite part of the gift. My cats have gone NUTS over them (probably because they are laced with catnip). Even Pryo, who doesn't get very active anymore, can't stop playing with them. These mice have already provided hours of entertainment for the cats and for us.

Thanks Megan, I love the gift!

Friday at the Quilted Bear

On Friday I went with my cousins Kim & Jessica to the city. I was even able to meet up with my friend Meka for a bit. The entire day was a blast. We started at one end of the valley and worked our way up all the way to Magna. My favorite two stops were The Olive Garden and The Quilted Bear.

I'm participating in another Swaperoo so I bought my partners stuff at the Quilted Bear. Here is the sneak peek. I'll post more pictures after I mail the package.


There is a booth at the Quilted Bear that makes the cutest things. (Wait, back that up, all of the booths are so cute!) This booth takes a cute twist on their items. They have these little wooden decorations for each season and on the back of them is the little plastic covers you use to child proof electrical sockets. You plug these into your electrical sockets!

I don't have much for Easter decorations so I bought myself this cute block display. It really brightens up the living room. Over the last few years I have come to LOVE motivational sayings in picture frames or on tiles. I thought this one was perfect given recent events. Now I just need to work on actually living it. I don't know if I like the color of the bow, I'll probably change it for a dark brown.

This was my treasure of the day. Its a picture of the Jordan River temple on a tile. I LOVE it. It was a little pricey and I walked by it 3 times before I finally decided to just buy it. We have a few pictures of the temple we were married in, but I wanted something elegant and fancy. It looks so perfect on my book shelf.

This is another Jordan River Temple display I bought recently. Its a collectors plate that can either set in a stand or hang on the wall. I still haven't decided where to display it, so it moves around a lot.

Friday was the best, I can't wait to do it again.

For Patrick

Yes, you read that right. I am making a PINK blanket for a little boy named Patrick. Why does Patrick need a pink blanket? Actually, he doesn't. What Patrick needs is a life-saving small bowel transplant.

I met Patrick's parents through one of my infertility support groups. I remember there was an email that came through about a little boy in Michigan needing a family. A short time later Emily emailed the group to say they were adopting the little boy. I was so happy for them.

Patrick was born with Short Gut Syndrome. You can go to his website HERE. It is estimated that his transplant will cost well over $500,000. His family has insurance, but it won't cover the full cost.

On May 1st his family is sponsoring a concert and a silent auction to raise money for the transplant and associated costs. That is where my pink blanket comes in. I am going to put together a few packages to donate to the silent auction. To me it doesn't seem like much, but to his family, every penny will help their little boy.

To learn how you can donate for the silent auction go HERE. Or leave a comment and I will help you get in touch with his family. If you don't have anything to donate to the auction, but still want to donate money, they have a donation link HERE.

We have just learned that people are sending hate mail to a very precious 16 year old girl. We will not tolerate that. If you have something hateful to say, keep it to your self, maybe you'll choke on the words. If I learn who is doing these mean things I will find my own ways to retaliate. If you are sending these mean messages, I am not your friend anymore.

Unchosen

There are no words for the grief we are going through right now. But since people ask questions and I only want to talk about it once, here is some of the details.

She met someone else.

She feel in love with someone else.

We are left with a lot of questions and not many answers.

I will be taking a break from blogging (maybe even the entire internet world). Already I have gone through all the stages of grief and I'm afraid if I blog during the angry part, I will say things I regret.

I still love her, I think I always will. When women find themselves in an unplanned pregnancy, 50% of them choose abortion, 49% choose to single parent and 1% will put their child before themselves and make an adoption plan. When we started the process we were told that girls in their teens wouldn't even think about adoption. She is already fighting agianst all those odds so even though I am hurt and upset, I can't hate her.

Comment moderation is still on. Please don't say anything mean. Placing her little girl for adoption will be the hardest decision she will ever make. We know she loves her child more than anything and that is all that matters.

We don't know what we will do now, so please don't ask. I am reliving all of my worst infertility moments and just don't want to think about the future right now.

Random thoughts for the day...

1 - I miss blogging. I will stare at my blog for inspiration and something to write about, but nothing comes to me. I have lost my groove, and I want it back. I wish I was a good enough writer to blog every day.

2 - There is a ton of choices when you shop for flowers online. Its hard to choose a favorite. Speaking of flowers, someone at work got a special delivery today of 6 gorgeous pink roses. She is down at the new building and I don't see the point of letting something so pretty sit in an empty office, so right now they are on my desk.

3 - Ally is in heat (she's a SEXY thing!), but she is still so small. We are actually thinking of letting this cat have kitten. I've always wanted to have a cat have kittens, but we've always lived in such small places. Now we live where we could probably do it. She is still too small for us to consider it right now so if we did go ahead and have kittens they would come right about the same time as the baby, and that sounds like a lot of work.

4 - The Utah Foster Care System, why are they so slow! My bestie will be a great mom, approve them already and give them a placement. You say you need more foster care parents, stop dragging your feet.

5 - Scrap book group was fun last night. Got better acquainted with some people and met new people.

6- I am convinced my belly HATES me. Actually, I've thought that for years. Acid Reflux is so miserable. But lately my belly has been touch and go on the upsettedness and I'm not sure it is acid reflux this time. (If you leave a comment that I could be pregnant, I will kick you. Infertile, remember?) Last night Josh jokingly said "what if you are lactose intolerant?" I had nightmares all night that I couldn't drink milk anymore. I'm going to have to keep a food diary and see if I can find out what is causing my belly aches.

7- Its ready for another FSA get together. I LOVE these get togethers. I HATE having to plan them.

11- Josh :) He is so wonderful. I've never met a better man. How did I ever get so lucky to marry him? Its been an amazing nine years. He makes me laugh and he holds me when I cry. He's an excellent cook. He provides so well for his family. His personality is the cutest. He knows how to calm me down when I am upset. And he knows how to make me happy. What more could I ask for?

Valentine Swaperoo

Thanks Christine! I love it!

You'll be a great mom

Recently I've been thinking about the above statement. I've heard it. A LOT. I've been thinking of some of the insensitive things people have said over the years as we've struggled with infertility, and for me, this one bothered me the least. It implies that we should remain hopeful, but when said it doesn't actually say "oh, just wait, you're time will come."

"You'll be a great mom." What does that really mean and why do people say it all the time? I know I'm just as guilty. I say it to people and I say it about people. I have friends who are recently married and I know when they choose to start their family, they will be good parents. I have single friends and I know they would be good parents. But when I say that, what am I really saying. When someone says it, what do they mean? What do I mean? Well, basically I guess I mean "I believe you won't starve or beat your children and they will grow in a loving home."

As it's been said over and over since we married, I have never doubted those people. I think I'll be a good mom. I know I'll do my best to raise my child with love. I'll give them a good home to live in and try to surround them with what is good.

But when your birth mom tells you she thinks you'll be a good mom, those words take on a completely new meaning. When she says it, she means it from the bottom of her heart. A birth mom chooses you because she believes that you will be good parents to the child she loves. That act on her part also makes her a good mom. Adoption is all about being good moms (and dads).

Adoption thoughts to the undwed mother

Why is it that when people talk about adoption, they do so like it's a loveless act? Considering adoption DOES NOT mean the mother doesn't loves her child. Considering adoption DOES NOT mean the mother is trying to find a quick fix to her situation.

Birth mom's aren't cool, they are AMAZING. The love a birth mom has for her child is a greater love then anyone can ever understand.

I have yet to meet a birth mom who says they placed their child because they didn't want to raise it themselves. More than anything in the world, a birth mom WANTS to raise their baby on their own. If it was just about them, they would. But when they learn they are pregnant, its no longer about just them, it's about the child they carry. The child they LOVE.

This month I seem to be even more passionate about adoption. Maybe it's because we have our own birth mom now, so any assault on adoption feels like a direct attack on my family. Why can't adoption be portrayed more positively in the media? And I don't just mean Hollywood. Movies get it wrong all the time, but so do books, magazines and newspapers. I read an article this week that has spurned all this anger. And yet, I know I shouldn't be this mad. It's not the person's fault that they are uneducated. It's not their fault they can't see adoption as the loving decision that it really is.

If I could talk to these people, this is what I would say.

Adoption is beautiful. Adoption is not about making a problem disappear. A birth mom does not place her child and then walk away and forget that child. They never stop loving that child. Adoption is about trying to take an ugly thing and turning it into something beautiful. As a single, unwed expectant mother, you probably never expected to find yourself pregnant and alone. Already that child is loved and depending on you. You don't make an adoption plan because you don't want the child. By making an adoption plan you show that you are a good mother because you are doing the best you can to give your child the best in life. Adoption isn't really about you. Adoption really isn't about me. Its about the child.

Josh's Wisdom Teeth

Never before did I think I would be willing to pay someone hundreds of dollars to do a surgery on a Saturday, but that is just what we did this weekend.

Josh has been having wisdom teeth problems. And when I say problems I mean, pounding migraines at all hours of the night where he thought it would hurt less if his head really did explode. There was some nights he would only get 2 hours of sleep. Sure, you could say it was practice for when the baby comes, but there is no way he could have cared for a baby while in that much pain.

I've been reassured that when I had my wisdom teeth pulled several years ago, I wasn't near as funny as Josh was this weekend. He said the only goofy thing I did is when the doc asked if I could see my husband I declared I could see both of them just fine.

Here are a few of the funny things Josh said and did on the ride home from the dentist.

"That doc, he's okay. He's a good egg in my book."

He told me to pull into K-mart and buy a Wii (I had wanted to buy one the night before, but he talked me out of it.) When I told him we were no where near K-mart, he made a big circle with his arm (and almost feel out of the seat, thank goodness for seat belts) and told me to turn the car around and go get one.

He declared that we were NOT going to stop in Heber on the way home. (We were no where near Heber nor were we going to be.)

He declared several people he knows to be "up-tight." I was one of them.

He demanded I call his brother and tell him he was ready to go ice fishing, right that second.

When my cell rang and I didn't answer it, he got after me for ignoring phone calls. He also kept reminding me they left a voice-mail.

He compared some people to coyotes.

When they gave us the okay to leave, I noticed his glasses weren't with him. Josh noticed he was missing teeth and he wanted to know where they were, he was going to make a necklace.

In an act of what I thought was brilliance, I asked for a kitten. He asked me if I had met our last kitten and there was no way in Hades he was letting me get another kitten like her. I should have just gotten the kitten, because he can't remember telling me no.

I learned a new lesson about love on Saturday. The hardest thing I've had to do since we were married almost nine years ago was to walk out of the room when the doctor told me to. It took every ounce of strength I had to do it. I made it as far as the restroom where I crumbled. It is so hard to love someone so much and yet not be able to do anything to help them.