So, today I met up with a gal pal of mine who is near and dear to my heart. We had lunch downtown and it was wonderful to catch up! I haven't seen her much in the past year or so and that just isn't working for me. :) Honestly, it's just not.
So, we changed all that today by having lunch! Jennifer, over at A Journey of Baby Steps, is pretty awesome. She is married to this giant ginger guy that I kind of love, too. They are, together, pretty good peeps that you all should know.
They have been on an amazingly long, tough, emotional, exciting, loving, difficult, hope-filled, bumpy journey to adoption. You can check out her blog for all the details, but let's just say, they've been through the ringer about a billion times already and they are still hanging in there, waiting on their sweet little miracle to fill their arms. Just one more reason they rock my socks off. They have faith like nobody's business and even though I'm sure they've both had their hours, days and weeks (ok, months) of tears and stress-eating and bouts of self-pity and everything else that has to go along with the adoption process, they always manage to smile and laugh and hope for the best, believing they will end up where God wants them with the child he has chosen especially for them to love and raise. I can't wait to meet this little person and see just how much love they pour into that baby's love cup. He or she is in for a treat (and lots of smother-loving)!
We had a nice talk about parenting of all kinds. Good and bad and ugly...you know, stuff we infertile's really care about. Sometimes, it's nice to talk to another IF'er to vent to or just rant with. Mainly, because they JUST GET IT. It's like being on the same battlefield, shoulder to shoulder, fighting the same fight. We just have a lot in common when it comes to how we feel about people who don't appreciate their blessings and don't cherish the time they have with the kids God has given to them.
Even though I have Easton thanks to ART, I still identify myself as an infertile and I always will. I wouldn't have the little stinker napping here beside me if it wasn't for modern medicine and that fact isn't lost on me one bit.
Anyway, Jennifer and Paul (the ginger giant) are finally getting closer to their little miracle and I'm just so incredibly happy for them. They've been through a lot in the past few years. They deserve to be happy and I can't wait for them to trade in THIS stress and worry for the stress and worry they are so ready for: parenting a tiny tot!
That's pretty much all I've got going on today. Easton spent the morning with his Gamma and of course, she spoiled him by taking him shopping in his pj's for flip flops, toys and new clothes. This boy is seriously never going to want to hang out with me once he realizes he has a choice. Between my mom and my best bud, I'm going to be the lamest person he knows!
I hope you all are enjoying your week. I'm so ready for the weekend! My Dad is coming to visit and hang out with Easton. Hopefully, we have lots to report after a fun and exhausting weekend!