Hey girls. Alight. So I know a few of you are wondering what the deal is with my post earlier this week with the ultrasound. I’ve gotten a few “hold the phones” and “shut the front doors” so I figure I better elaborate. Yep that was a baby in the ultrasound. A beautiful, perfect, totally coveted baby. And yes, that baby is mine, in my heart. But nope, I’m not knocked up.
As most of you know from reading here or just from knowing me, getting prego would be pretty much impossible. I’m what I like to call an Infertile Mertile or a Sterile Merrill. My belly is lovingly referred to as The Void. I’ve got nothing left there. So getting a bun in this oven would be like an immaculate conception on steroids. Talk about a miracle. So yes, the baby is mine, but no I’m not pregnant. So what the heck, right?
Well, I have a pretty long story to tell you, and I’ll be bringing it to you in increments. But the first of it is that we’re adopting. The whole thing really just fell into our laps, and while we wanted (desperately) a baby, we’d kind of given up on that end of the deal. So when we were approached about adopting an infant, we were so taken off guard that we had to stop and think about it for about a nanosecond before we said Um, hell yeah! That ultrasound was done last Friday, at my first ever prenatal appointment, were I got to not only hear my sweet babe’s heartbeat, but see it in action on the little grey screen. It was an incredible moment, one which I as yet still have no words for ( I know, kind of a miracle for me to be speechless, right?).
So stay tuned, because there is more to come, and this story is only just beginning!