Spring Chicks

I’m sorry it’s been so long since I last wrote. To be honest, every time I thought to write, I wasn’t even sure where to begin. Mainly because there hasn’t really been anything to write about. The last time I wrote, I shared of our momentary adventure into the world of fostering-to-adopt. Such an eye-opening experience and one that we are still very much open to, but not right now.

The last time I wrote, I shared of our momentary adventure into the world of fostering-to-adopt. Such an eye-opening experience and one that we are still very much open to, but not right now.

To be completely honest, I’m not ready to adopt. The lifestyle we have is comfortable and we are very happy lounging together on the couch on a Sunday afternoon, picking up and going skiing on a given Tuesday, heading out for a date night on a random Thursday all without having to find a babysitter is wonderful. We are enjoying each other and the precious time we get to spend together.

Maybe it’s just in my head, but if we were to get pregnant ‘naturally’ we would be elated and excited to make the lifestyle changes to welcome a little one into our world. The process of adoption seems like an ongoing conscious decision and investment that for some reason does not seem like the right thing right now.

So, this is where we are. It’s been 3 months since I had a period and unfortunately, I have not seen one of the much coveted ‘:-)’ on the Ovulation stick since January. It’s pretty hard to track any sort of cycle without the major indicators, so I have hung low and not thought too much about ‘trying’, whatever that means.

To be honest, I didn’t really know what the next right thing to do was, which is why I have stayed stagnant for the past few months. I was super discouraged after January when I had so much hope of what could be.

I let myself just relax around the baby thinking, ovulation-tracking, mucus-checking mindset. Gave me permission to focus on other things such as my business and the part-time job.

A few weeks ago, I enjoyed coffee with a dear friend (15 years older than I) who shared about her struggles of becoming pregnant. I recall this struggle of hers but was too young to really understand and yet, here she sits with 3 amazing children and a story of patience, trust, and acceptance. She even mentioned to me how grateful she is to be an ‘older mom’. How encouraging this was for me to hear!

Hope awakened.

With the weather changing and the amount of outdoor activity, I feel a sense of refreshing newness. I have desires to clean out the house and start opening up the windows, letting life in. With my husband’s busy season at work winding down, our focus is back to the steps we can take. He will be tested in the next few weeks to see the status of his swimmers and by his proclamation, feels they are as strong as ever :)… true boy.

Our much-awaited fertility appointment with my new OB-GYN is in 2 weeks as well and I’m looking forward to what she may say. Although, I have an inkling she will recommend starting Clomid.

What is it about taking Clomid that is unsettling? I think there is a component about Gods-will that holds me back.  The thoughts and questions about my will vs. His will. An example of what I mean is if God wanted me to be pregnant than He would make it happen and by taking drugs to stimulate ovulation is taking matters into my own hands.

There’s still a part of me that wants to try acupuncture. Wondering if my body has become ‘off’ and thinking if I can align my body correctly, back to how it’s ‘supposed to be’ then I will ‘work right’ again.

So here I sit, wondering what the next thing is and what suits both of us. I know everyone has their own journey and we are on ours. I just wish I understood it a little better.

Babies are being announced and being birthed into this world left and right and I am ecstatic for all of our friends who get to experience the joys of carrying their own baby into this world.

I’m not sure what our story will be, but I am grateful for what God has in store for us. At least, for today, I can see that our lives are blessed by our friends and family. I’m so grateful to be married to an amazing man who I love spending time with and who I enjoy. Today, I choose to focus on what I do have and the quietness of this Easter day.

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