8 years ago Tyler & I got married and we would talk about some day starting our family. I remember this feeling that I had that I wasn't going to be able to get pregnant. I wasn't stressed about it and I wasn't sad about it (yet), but I just had this feeling. And then I remember the pregnancy tests. Oh there were so many, and those stupid things were always negative. And there was always that feeling that maybe, just maybe, this time it might be positive. And then there were the fertility drugs. Klomid = hot flashes, weight gain, unexplained tears, mood swings, headaches, exhaustion, and fear of becoming octomom. I don't know how Tyler survived that time. And then there was the adoption process. Endless paperwork, disclosing every last detail about your life, frustration, heartbreak, and waiting. Lots of waiting. We talked with a lot of birthmoms and each time there was the hope that maybe this time it would be our baby. And I'm so proud to say that after all of that we're still standing. We still love each other like crazy. We're happier than we've ever been. And we're strong. We went through this together, and I really believe it had the potential to tear us apart. And then one day we talked with a couple that were having a baby girl due August 29. We skyped with them and got to see how beautiful and fun they were. We loved them instantly. And we knew deep down that this was our baby. It felt different.
And then these were sent to us with a note saying we were the family that they had picked. We were ecstatic to say the least. And now as we're counting the days until this little baby joins our family, we both look back on all this and know that it was worth it. It's impossible to describe the love that you feel for someone giving you this gift. There's a bond that runs deep and reminds you that you will forever be connected in a way that few can understand. And best of all, Tyler & I get to be there for the delivery. Perfection.
