Happiness

It's that time again. The time of restless anticipation until the baby is born, when you can count the weeks you have left on less than both of your hands. The time where your belly is big and it's hard to sleep. The time when your clothes fit tight and you don't know how you are going to make it another few more months.  The time when, if you don't get enough calories during the day, you wake up hungry from dreams of visits to an ice cream parlor and getting a cake and 3 scoops of ice cream to go. The time your children love as you are often found in the kitchen baking something yummy. This is a time that is new for me too. A fter two miscarriages, lots of foster care work and 6 year of waiting, it kind of seems like this baby will not arrive. His very, very strong kicks and hiccups tell me that he is very much alive and doing well. My Dr. told me months ago that there is less than 1% of losing this baby.  But, my heart wavers. Will we really be bringing thi...

It's National Infertility Awareness Week and I want to write a little about it.  When you look at our family, with our 4 kids, including a set of twin boys, you wouldn't think that we are the image of infertility.  But we are. It's been 18 months since our last miscarriage and we haven't conceived again. Despite going to a very good Dr. who said keep trying, keep trying, keep trying. Despite trying. And we are okay with that- with our infertility. There are other ways of growing a family: Adopting. Foster Care. We've been led, through quiet thoughts and small stirrings, to do foster care. And we're extremely excited.  I washed blue and white onesies yesterday, folding little sleeves and tucking little bottoms. The bottles got a bath as well and the kids were thrilled.  "Ooh, can I feed the baby?" asked Elizabeth, our 10 yr old. "Can I change the diapers?" asked Asher, the 6 yr old. "I just want to try it o...