One of the many perks for my husband when it came to adopting was the lack of having to deal with a pregnant me. I am totally and utterly in love with my son, Jack, but pregnancy was not my friend and not something I want to do again anytime in the near future. I am typically a very logical and rational person. My husband says that one of my best traits is that I can talk myself out of my own crazy. Basically, if I have an irrational thought I can usually talk through it and figure it out before any drama occurs. Chalk it up to being a math mind or my masters in counseling, either way, it is how I function.
That being said, this trait, this magical trait, somehow disappeared when I was pregnant. It was like I was having out of body experiences and I could see myself being a complete whack job and could do nothing about it. I hated it. And this is one of the many reasons our second child will be joining our family through adoption.
There's this other thing that happens when you're pregnant...nesting. I honestly believed it was the hormones that made you nest but being 10 months into a 2 year adoption process and waiting for a referral has shown me that hormones are not to blame. About a month ago I started thinking about what changes we would have to make to our home to be ready for James to be here. Would Jack be ready to be out of a crib by then or would we buy another crib? Would Jack feel like we just hurried him into a bed so we could use his crib for his brother? Did it really matter? Same room or different rooms? What color? drapes? storage? layout? That's right, I started nesting.
When I start to get like this, Justin knows to just step aside and get out of the way. And while my irrational thoughts aren't nearly as overt as they were when I was physically pregnant, there is still some crazy that comes with being an adoptive mom.
The good thing is, we've moved some rooms around (sadly, we couldn't just switch two rooms but had to shift the new office to the old guest room, the new guest room to the old nursery, and the new boys room to the old office. In fact, Jack is trying to take his first nap in there right now!! I'm so excited that we are actually starting to make space for James...now if we could just hold him in our arms. As my friend, Eliot Morris sings, all things are made right with time.
That being said, this trait, this magical trait, somehow disappeared when I was pregnant. It was like I was having out of body experiences and I could see myself being a complete whack job and could do nothing about it. I hated it. And this is one of the many reasons our second child will be joining our family through adoption.
There's this other thing that happens when you're pregnant...nesting. I honestly believed it was the hormones that made you nest but being 10 months into a 2 year adoption process and waiting for a referral has shown me that hormones are not to blame. About a month ago I started thinking about what changes we would have to make to our home to be ready for James to be here. Would Jack be ready to be out of a crib by then or would we buy another crib? Would Jack feel like we just hurried him into a bed so we could use his crib for his brother? Did it really matter? Same room or different rooms? What color? drapes? storage? layout? That's right, I started nesting.
When I start to get like this, Justin knows to just step aside and get out of the way. And while my irrational thoughts aren't nearly as overt as they were when I was physically pregnant, there is still some crazy that comes with being an adoptive mom.
The good thing is, we've moved some rooms around (sadly, we couldn't just switch two rooms but had to shift the new office to the old guest room, the new guest room to the old nursery, and the new boys room to the old office. In fact, Jack is trying to take his first nap in there right now!! I'm so excited that we are actually starting to make space for James...now if we could just hold him in our arms. As my friend, Eliot Morris sings, all things are made right with time.
