This guest post is by Paige Knipfer, an adoptive mother.
We recently adopted our son in January. We also have a daughter we adopted a couple of years ago. We have no biological children and we are unable to conceive ourselves.
However, a couple weeks after we arrived home with our son I started to feel like I was pregnant.
I felt crazy. There was NO possible way I could be pregnant but for the first time in my life my boobs were incredibly sore. My nipples looked different. I was craving pickle, ham, and cream cheese roll ups.
I was cramping A LOT.
I’ll stop with the details but as you can imagine I was googling symptom after symptom which kept coming back saying I was pregnant. I tried googling adoptive mom pregnancy symptoms and nothing came up.
This guest post is by Lauren Serio, an adoptive mom.
We’ve all heard the quote about enjoying the journey, not just the destination. It’s so easy, at least for me, to become so focused on the end goal that I don’t take a minute to look up and enjoy where I’m at NOW.
I find this to be especially true in the adoption journey. We are always trying to get to the next phase, the next door, the match, the placement or the finalization. But there is a lot of time in between those things. There is a whole lot of waiting.
Really, if you think about it, the adoption journey could easily be compared to one big giant house. In this journey, we spend most of our time in the hallway.
We spend so much time trying to get one door to open or trying desperately to keep another door closed. Even though we spend so much time in this hallway–in this wait–it’s very rarely talked about in a positive light. Continue reading →