If you have had any contact with me in the last week or two, you would know that I am quite the basket case 🙂 I had an epiphany yesterday. Unfortunately, this was following a melt-down at a work meeting (oops). Where we are at is very much like the feeling when you are 39 weeks pregnant. While I attributed that “basket caseness” to hormones, my epiphany is that so much in this process is the same as how I experienced pregnancy. Hormones or not, bringing another child (or children) into your family is a rollercoaster of emotions.
The waiting for a positive pregnancy test = waiting to be matched. It’s frustrating not feeling like you have control over it, and the silence can be deafening. Some months are harder than others.
Getting the positive test = getting “the call.” Woohoo!!!
The first trimester = the time between being matched and meeting the kids. Is this really going to work out? Should we tell people yet? What if something goes wrong?
The second trimester = setting a meeting time. This is real; this is happening. Things don’t appear to be going wrong. Now I’m not sure this was a good idea, but it’s getting too late to change our mind.
The first ultrasound = the first time seeing pictures of our kids. It’s amazing. These are real people, they are beautiful, and they are my children.
The third trimester = waiting for official placement. We are just soooo ready to be a family, and are tired of the limbo phase. Emotions are running high…excitement, nervousness, nesting feelings, etc. If you look at me wrong, I might cry. Or hit you. I’m scared that I’m not going to be good at this. If you tell me that I might not be good at this, I might cry. Or hit you.
I think birth is most closely related to meeting our kids for the first time. It’s a beautiful, overwhelming experience.
Bringing baby home from the hospital = the day the kids move in forever. (You are really going to let me take them home? Unsupervised?) I am happy and scared about this.
I hear rumors that post adoption depression is a very real thing, much like postpartum depression. There is so much build-up, and now there is sleep deprivation and stress hormones going nuts. I hope not to experience this particular parallel, but if I do, I hope I have the courage to tell you about it.