So I had a funny thought yesterday about this agonizing adoption wait. Most of you may remember that Brooke was born prematurely. By two months to be exact. So I figure the extra waiting this time around is God's way evening things out.
I never had to go through those final weeks of pregnancy where you're big as a house and just want that baby to be born already! Actually, I had waited for so long to be pregnant I remember being really bummed out that I was robbed of those last two months. Up until that last week my pregnancy had been, well, fun.
That and Brooke was born on March 10th instead of May 11th. This may not mean much to most people but when you make your living preparing tax returns the difference between those two dates makes all the difference in the world! Luckily, I work for some very understanding bosses (although let's face it, what were they going to do about it). I did feel bad leaving them in the throws of tax season like that so I knew I wanted to try and be sure that wouldn't happen this time around.
HA!! So much for that planning! As things stand there is a very good chance Isabel is going to be making her way home right before the start of tax season. Now I'm not planning on taking the 6 month super-extended play version of maternity leave I did after Brooke was born (because we just can't afford that luxury) but a month or so was in the plans.
So when it comes to babies I guess I just have to exist in the extremes. They're either popping out way earlier than planned or making me wait through a year long "pregnancy"!