Tomorrow morning is our first infertility support group meeting, so if you would, please pray for us. Although I have no doubt that this group will be a great success one day, I am not under any illusions that we're going to get a big group of like-minded women wanting to support each other through infertility woes tomorrow. We may not get anyone to show up, since that's always a risk when starting a new group at any parish. But that's fine. It's always good to start slowly.
I can't believe how thoroughly exhausted I still am from this medication! The best way to describe it is that I feel like I pulled an all-nighter, but that feeling never goes away. I really don't care, as long as it works, but I'm just saying.
I'm starting to feel more called to adoption (again). It scares me though, because there's this horrible habit I have of telling myself that if I start feeling like God wants us to adopt that He doesn't intend for me to get pregnant. I know that's delusional. I read this post from a blog I found through Jen from et-tu's other links blog. It instantly made me realize that there are children out there who are waiting just like we are waiting. Just like I am left waiting indefinitely - wondering if God will give me the answer to my prayer that I hope for - a child somewhere out there is waiting as well, wondering if God will answer their prayers and give them a family. They are waiting just like us, so why not end my suffering and the suffering of the child at the same time? This feeling lasted a couple minutes before I soon realized if I do adopt, I really want to adopt an infant, at least at first. It is the older children who are the ones waiting and wondering. Not to mention I remembered the cost of international adoption and other silly things, like I wouldn't want to fly to Ethiopia (I'm scared of flying) and I'd feel bad if my husband went alone (we have looked into Ethiopia adoption before). We'll see. I'll continue to pray to God will put this on my heart if it is what He wants of me.
I will leave you with a story and picture. The other day when we were unpacking, I found an Old Navy golf shirt that belonged to my sister's dog (my dog's biological brother) and I put it on Sophie. She looked sooooo cute. But later that day I looked at her and it was around her waist. This didn't surprise me, but then when I looked closer, I realized she had somehow managed to get her two back legs into the arm holes and the shirt had become pants! So here she is: