We spend every Christmas Eve with a huge group of aunts, uncles, and cousins. I never escape without a trying-to-be-funny comment about my babylessness. This year, with my permission, my mom told an aunt who'd had a miscarriage years ago about my RPL and she spread the word to my other aunts. So Crying #1 was when an aunt - the aunt who won the award for snide baby comment last year - hugged me and told me how sorry she was. And it turns out that her daughter is looking into adoption too. That was really nice. Dinner still involved a ton of pregnancy talk (of course), but I was prepared for that.
Crying #2 was later that night at my parents' house. My sister asked if I wanted to feel the baby kick, and of course I did. It was really cool, and I was so glad I got to feel it. But of course then my brain kicked in and reminded me that I might never feel that from the inside... hence the crying.
Crying #3 occurred during family present-opening. My mom bought the book On the Night You Were Born for my sister's baby and for mine. It's about how the world celebrated when baby was born, and my mom wanted our baby to know that we celebrated when he/she was born too even though we weren't there. So sweet.
So all three crying episodes actually involved happy or at least sort-of happy things.
I mentioned in my last post that pursuing adoption has allowed me to shed my fear of buying baby things (or at least small-scale baby things... we're not running out and buying a crib or anything), so here's a shot of our future baby's Christmas presents. One musical giraffe - cutest thing ever. One #hope onesie by the lovely and talented @IVFQueen. One bear given by my sister's fetus to her future cousin. And the book from my mom. We're done shopping for awhile, but we are starting to clean out the spare room so that it appears during our home study that we've contemplated where to put said baby. Yay!
