I’m such a private person. I could probably blog here every day for the next 65 days and none of you would really know anything about me (the one with the wheat berries, you’d say). Well, it’s been a really bad day here and I’m going to blog it out because that’s how we’re supposed to do this, right?
My husband and I are trying to adopt a baby. I’ve been trying to be a mom for 10 years. This morning at 9:30 we got a call that a baby was born yesterday and the birth mom was making an adoption plan. He would be ready to leave the hospital tomorrow. We agreed to put ourselves forward for this case and 6 couples were profiled. We found out at 1:30 that we were not selected. For the 4 hours in between I fantasized that that baby would be ours to raise and love. I am absolutely devastated.
I know that another great couple will become a family and I don’t begrudge them that joy. I know that there will be another baby – a baby we are meant to parent. Knowing those things isn’t making me feel one bit better. I really thought this was it.
And so how on earth is this related to PCP? How is it not? Right now I want a big glass of wine (I actually want half a bottle of wine) (or more) and I want to eat the foods that give me comfort and I want to crawl into a hole and cry until I have nothing left. And then I want to sleep for 3 days.