I didn’t think I’d be feeling so productive regarding adoption stuff so soon, but for people who haven’t even started looking for an agency yet we’ve gotten a lot done.
I started clearing out the room that will be our nursery. When we moved into our house in October, 2007 we started calling the bedroom closest to the master bedroom the nursery. We called it the nursery even though it is the room that got filled with all of the boxes of things that we moved in with that had no place to go. Specifically about 15 boxes of books that suddenly had no shelves. I have a ton of books, but had to give up some shelves when we moved. We also stored the contents of our desks that we also gave up in the move as well as a few boxes of framed pictures and art. Then in April of 2008 when we installed hardwood floors downstairs and were forced to put our desks (folding tables) and computers in there we started calling it the “nurser-office,” fitting, no?
So since adoption is a sure thing and we WILL have a baby someday, in 2010 I pray, I figured we needed to start clearing out that room. I packed up 3 boxes of books to donate, and found shelves for most of the books that were in boxes that I did want to keep. I located all of my children’s books and put those in a box to go into the nursery, since those books actually belong in there. I started going through all the other random stuff that is in there and in the last two days have taken out about 5 big bags of trash. My mantra is “making the hard decisions” since I am no good at getting rid of my belongings.
Instead of pitching Chris’ Playstation 2 and games that he didn’t want anymore I packed them up and drove them to Game Stop today and traded them for cash. I gave them about 16 games for $50, which is beyond sucky, but it’s $50 that we didn’t have before. I thought it would be a nice start to our adoption fund. When I talked to Chris about it, he suggested I go to the bank and open a separate savings account, so I did! Our adoption fund has officially started and it’s already got $50 bucks in it!
My mother in law had been funding the health insurance we needed to buy in order for me to be covered for infertility treatments. We asked her this week if we could cancel the insurance since we closed the door on treatments, but still have the $500 per month that she was spending on it and put that towards adoption. She generously said yes. I can’t even explain what a blessing this is. I feel like there is no way on earth to ever thank her for her generosity. I remember when Chris told me back when we were still TTC on our own that if it ever came down to going through treatments, that she had offered to pay for them. I didn’t think we ever would need treatments but the offer itself was the nicest thing anyone ever offered to do for me in my entire life and I burst into tears. Now her willingness to help fund our adoption, wow, it means more to me than anyone will ever know.
Since we wanted to begin saving right away for the adoption and because we had decided to walk away from ART, I called Blue Cross today and cancelled my health insurance. I am still covered through Chris’ employee benefits, but that insurance didn’t cover ART, so that’s why I bought Blue Cross. Anyway, it was quick and painless to call and cancel my insurance, it felt fine, until I hung up and started dialing Chris to tell him the news. As the phone was ringing, I started crying. He didn’t answer the phone, and then I was standing in my kitchen crying all alone about walking away from ART for good. No insurance means no treatment. I didn’t cry long, and I know it needs to be done in order to move forward with the adoption, but it blind sided me to be crying like that.
Another thing that will bring tears this week; tomorrow is my EDD for my pregnancy that was from our second IVF, our frozen embryo transfer. If that had worked out, I would be having a baby right now. I don’t know how to feel about that. I’ve struggled with the whole thing because there was never a baby. I had a blighted ovum which means that I had a placenta and an amniotic sac with no baby inside. I have felt sadness for losing the pregnancy at 7w3d and for losing the hope and excitement and for the loss of the dreams. It was hard to be sad about losing a baby though because there never was one there. Which is sad in itself. Some people in a misguided attempt to comfort woman who miscarry will say “it wasn’t even a baby” which I completely disagree with, even in a very early loss it is a baby. A friend of mine did say those words to me, and she didn’t know about the blighted ovum, just that I had had a miscarriage. I felt like those words were true for me, that I didn’t miscarry a baby, just the sac and placenta. It’s all very confusing emotionally to me, always feeling like I “should” feel one thing or another. I feel like tomorrow is a mystery to me, like I won’t know how I feel until I open my eyes. I feel ok right this second, but will tomorrow be different? I hoe not. Chris took tomorrow off and Friday too, just in case we are sad, so I won’t have to be sad alone. He’s the best, I love him dearly.