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Due date: June 30 (today)
Birthday: July 8
Placement: July 18

We’re coming up on a difficult time of year for me – the end of June and just the whole month of July. Especially this year – it’s like a repeat of May 2019… All the running around, and dogsitting, and so few nights in my own bed, along with everything else happening.

Don’t get me wrong… I love the dogs I take care of, and I really love their people too. But when I’m only going to have a max of eight nights at home in my own bed in a month, I’m starting to feel burnt out and exhausted just thinking about it before it even starts.

The most difficult part of being on the go and away from home so much during when things like this are happening is finding the time to take care of yourself and do things that make you feel better.

I’ve talked with multiple people (birthmama friends, adoptive mama friends, the pregnancy counselor who leads my birthmom group, friends with no connection to adoption) about this and tried to come up with a list of things that I can do for myself while being on-the-go so much.

In all the coming and going, and moving from one house to another, and living out of a suitcase… I’ve figured out some things that make bits and pieces of my life just a little bit easier lol.

  • I’ve decided that I’m going to pick up a new bathing suit top from Target this weekend so I can lay out in the sun and get a little color before I go see my daughter and “hike” through some woods the following weekend – plus it will be nice to have at one of the houses later in the month since they have a pool and hot tub.
  • I’ve got some leggings with pockets on the sides coming in so I can have my phone more readily available for pictures, rather than having to awkwardly get into my backpack. (They’ll also be good for a friend date I’ve got with an adoptive mama friend on Friday night.)
  • I’ve got my daughter’s birthday gift – she wanted an LOL OMG doll, so birthdad and I agreed on one and I ordered that.
  • I have a lightning to aux input cable for my car so that I don’t have to keep moving my lightning to headphone adapter from my actual headphones to the aux cable in my car and run the risk of losing it…again.
  • Plus there’s a coffee grinder coming, which is for the coffee beans I ordered from what Shawn Johnson and Andrew East have started – UniQorn Coffee – which should be arriving soon too 🙂

The insanity starts on the 2nd. I’ll maybe do an update halfway through the month, and then another at the end. But for now. I’ve gotta take the last two nights I’ve got to relax and mentally prepare for the crazy that I’m walking into.

…July…

It’s almost July…!!

This means that it’s almost Peanut’s birthday and placement month. And that means that I’m about to be dealing with one of my most difficult months of the year.

As I’m writing this, my due date is 8 days away, her birthday is 16 days away, and placement is in 26 days. My daughter’s birthday is also the day I started the job I’m currently at. How can I ever forget that date? lol

This year for the month of July, I’ll only be home for about a week. My dogsitting clients all decided to book me almost back-to-back for week-long trips they’re taking. Don’t get me wrong, I truly love all the dogs I take care of. I really do. But I can tell you, actually, pretty much guarantee you, that I will be exhausted and burnt out by the time we get to August.

Especially with starting back to a more consistent schedule in the office now. It all requires a lot of adjusting to the new “normal” that we have for everything.

Send me positive vibes, good juju, lovely thoughts, prayers, whatever you like. But I’m going to need it all during the month of July.

New Tattoo

The day after Valentines Day I drove out to Winchester and finally got my second tattoo.

People love to ask me why I went to a shop that’s so far away. It’s a familiar, trusted place. And I thoroughly admire the work of both artists there. Plus, sometimes you simply want to go for a road trip, and there’s just something about taking one with a clear destination. 

It’s a design that I had been looking at for nearly three and a half years. And I was originally going to get it almost two and a half years ago. But at that point, I was let go from my job, all my money went to things that needed to be paid, and then I totalled my truck two days after I had planned to get the tattoo.

This design (insert image later) is the adoption symbol with the Celtic Knot used as the triangle, all done as one line. I have Scotch-Irish heritage, on my mother’s side. The one great-grandmother I knew is where the Irish heritage comes from. If you’ve been around for a while, you know that I placed my daughter for adoption just over five and a half years ago. And something I remembered a few months ago is that my great-grandmother was also a foster mom. So, the two aspects are wound together tighter than I had realized.

South Dakota

South Dakota recently passed legislation that allows adoption agencies to discriminate against LGBTQIA couples. It passed, 43-20-7.

I know there are people in the world today who have very different opinions about the community than I do, but that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to share with you my feelings and opinions about the bill that SD has passed.


 

I talked with my sister about this and she said, “I wish this was something no one had to feel any way about because I wish it wasn’t a thing that happened.” And that’s how I feel about it too. But as a birthmom, maybe I have stronger feelings than someone who doesn’t know the adoption process or have any connection to it.

I feel that adoption should be available to anyone who wants to expand their family that way, LGBTQIA couples included. I honestly don’t understand why people would say that they’re not worthy of being able to adopt. It pains me to think that. LGBTQIA couples can be amazing parents, just like heterosexual couples.

Why are they different? To me, they’re not.

When I chose the family to place my daughter, I felt it that they were right. It wouldn’t have happened with the agency we used, but if the family I fell for had been part of the LGBTQIA community, it wouldn’t have mattered. At all. I knew they were right because I just felt it in my heart and my gut.

But South Dakota passing this bill that legally allows discrimination against these couples is preventing prospective birthmoms from having that same moment when looking through profiles as they just connect and know they’re right. It’s forcing couples to go through lawyers, which can be more expensive and take more time and effort.

I have a good friend, Courtney of Living Queer, who is part of the LGBTQIA community, so I asked them a few questions.

Q: As part of the LGBTQIA community, would you and your partner consider adoption?
       A: Yes we would

Q: Because you can technically pass as female, would you make it known to the agency that you are an LGBTQIA couple or would you fear discrimination and not tell?
       A: I honestly would probably fear discrimination and not tell unless I had continued my transition and couldn’t pass anymore


 

In doing more research, I’ve discovered that other states (Michigan, North Dakota, and Virginia) have similar bills that allow discrimination without fear of retribution. I wasn’t aware of this, and it bothers me. I live in one of those states.

It will also allow agencies to discriminate against single and divorced people, couples who engage in premarital sex, interfaith couples, and anyone else whose behavior or identity violates an agency’s “religious belief or moral conviction.”

Sen. Alan Solano is a Republican from Rapid City. He wrote the bill with help from a staff member of Catholic Social Services. They are an agency who will only place infants with couples who are opposite sex, married at least two years, and unable to conceive children on their own, among other requirements.


 

I don’t know why I thought that this was something new, or that similar things hadn’t already happened in other states, but even days/weeks later, it makes me upset. I hate the idea that there are couples out there who are being denied the chance to adopt. There are so many couples (straight, lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, of differing faiths, it doesn’t matter) who are wanting to adopt, but there are these rules that are preventing them from doing so with certain agencies.

And yes, I understand that there are other ways to adopt than private agencies. But that could require going through the state foster system, and that can cause more stress than necessary.

Yes, every child deserves a loving home, but some couples just don’t have it in them to handle the foster system. Especially if the child is older and can go back to their case worker and say they don’t like the family they’re with. That may be something the couple isn’t emotionally ready to face.

NaBloPoMo – Day 11

stream of consciousness 


The things that are most likely going to happen in this country under the rule of President Elect Donald Trump are truly scary to think about…

The things that he intends to do to women’s healthcare, the LGBTQIA+ community, immigrants, and Muslims, just to name a few have so many people afraid for their lives.

One of my best friends is part of the LGBT community and, because of where they live, they’re afraid for their life when they leave home sometimes. Me? I’m lucky that I’m a cisgender, heterosexual female in that sense. (But there will be more on that in a collaboration post with them later.)

But I am afraid of what Trump will do to healthcare, in repealing Obamacare (the Affordable Care Act) and specifically women’s birth control and abortion laws. Birth control could become extremely difficult to get, and if he manages to find a way to overturn Roe v. Wade, abortions could become illegal. The thought of abortions being illegal makes me feel sick.

I’m sitting here fighting back tears as I try to write this, because, 20/20 hindsight, I kinda wish I’d waited till the election to make a decision about my birth control. But I didn’t and I can’t change what I did now. I had my IUD removed because it was causing pain that I technically could have, but really just didn’t want to deal with anymore, so I’m on the combo pill again. But I’m wondering if staying on the pill is really a good option with everything that could happen once he’s inaugerated.

My next option was originally the mini pill, but I’m thinking that something longer term would probably be the better route given what Trump seems to want to do.  So I need to call my new insurance and see what coverage would look like with Nexplanon and then see about contacting my OB/GYN to discuss things with her.

This whole thing is just scaring me..

NaBloPoMo – Day 6

Write the words you need to hear


happy birthday to me


Just because what you are feeling is different, does not mean you are broken.

Everyone deals with things differently.

You are loved – even if you don’t feel like it.

Just because you don’t match societal beauty standards doesn’t mean that you aren’t beautiful.

No matter how weak you think you are, you are one of the strongest people I know.

Pull inspiration for your makeup and clothes from the shows you love to watch and what you think your favorite book characters look like – experiment.

 

How NOT to Handle a Break-Up

A little over four years ago, I went through an absolutely terrible break-up. To be quite honest, it left me kind of scarred when it comes to the possibility of a new relationship today…

It was difficult for both parties involved, even though I was the one doing the breaking up. (Why does everyone so often think it’s easier to be the one doing the breaking up than being the one broken up with? It’s still hard to be the one to end it.)

Things were going okay in the beginning of the relationship, but about three months in he got mono. So he was quarantined at home.

Before this, he had been very possessive about me and who I spent time with – he didn’t want me spending time with guys he didn’t know or guys that he wasn’t friends with. Naturally, while he was sick, I re-discovered my freedom. I went to hang out with whoever I wanted to without feeling like I had someone to answer to for once. Unfortunately for him, when he recovered, I refused to give up said freedom.

My decision caused things to take a turn for the worse. He wouldn’t stop texting me when I wasn’t with him. He called me all the time. It got to the point that I would leave my phone in the car if I was out with friends because he was trying to contact me so frequently.

I went to a movie once, left my phone in the car, and came back to something like nine calls and twenty-some text messages. Granted, I didn’t exactly tell him the truth about where I’d been – I told him that my phone was on silent and had gotten lost while I was cleaning my room. I know, looking back, that I probably should’ve told the truth, but I was really just trying to avoid a fight with him.

I understand that communication is key in a relationship, but I wasn’t raised that I was supposed to be in constant contact with whoever I was dating at the time. It wasn’t, and still isn’t, in me to be in constant contact with someone who seemed to essentially wanted to track my every move. I felt suffocated.

I know I absolutely should have broken up with the guy in a better way, and I do regret having done it the way I did. But, I text him saying that things weren’t working out anymore and I thought we should break up. He responded via text for a few minutes, in what seemed like a fairly calm manner, and then things began to escalate. Until now he had been asking me why I was breaking up with him.

I told him that things just weren’t working anymore. I no longer felt the same connection I did when we got together five months ago. And his lack of planning when it came to picking me up from school that day had been my last straw.

He was supposed to pick me up from school and take me back to a friend’s house so I could take care of their dog. When he left his house, he forgot his phone, so he couldn’t get in touch with me. The school Wi-Fi wasn’t (and really still isn’t) the most reliable, so even “relying” on our iPods wasn’t good because if you walked too far away from a building then you would lose signal. So after waiting around for about half an hour, I reached out to my grandparents and had them come get me and take me to the friend’s house so I could care for the dog.

Back to the break-up. Apparently I was no longer replying quickly enough via text, so he decided to call me. This is when he started trying to guilt me into taking him back…

He was screaming at me. Saying that he’d gotten into a minor accident on the way back to his house from the school. That all of these things were completely out of his control. That he didn’t know his license had expired until the cops arrived to the accident. That he was trying to do the best he could for me. Everything he said was about him.

Eventually I got fed up with the verbal and emotional abuse from him on the phone and hung up. He tried calling me back, but I rejected it every time. I text a friend of mine who had been encouraging me to end the relationship (because they could see emotional trauma and other problems it had been causing) saying that I’d finally done it. They came over to make sure I was okay. Took all of my electronics away. Did everything they could to calm me down. Refused to leave until they knew I was gonna be okay.

And even when they did leave, I just sat around staring at walls and the dark outside until I went to bed. I really didn’t have the energy to do anything after what my now ex had just put me through.


Could I have handled the break-up better than I did?
Definitely.

Do I regret having done things the way I did?
Honestly, I don’t know that I do.

Am I to blame for the way that the relationship so painfully ended?
Possibly.

Is there anything I could have done to prevent the ending from being so violent?
Yes.

Do I believe that there is some reason, whatever it may be, that I went through this?
Absolutely.


Now, over four years later, I’ve been faced with the potential of a new relationship. And it’s terrified me. I feel like I don’t know how to be in a relationship now. Things don’t make sense.

For a lot of girls, relationships are exciting, and they seem easy. But it’s not like that for me. I’m not ready for a new relationship. Even now.

I just don’t think I’m ready to get into a relationship any time soon.
That’s just the way it is for now.
And that’s totally okay.

I Don’t Know How

A wonderful friend of mine wrote this one night while struggling to deal with her daughter who was having a meltdown. It is exactly the way I picture myself when I have kids in the future.

Sometimes,

I just don’t know how to console you,

Reassure you that you have validity,

Not get impatient or angry when you disobey me,

Or allow you the amount of independence you claim you have.

Sometimes,

When your sweet little self

Shows her grown up attitude

I feel….

Defeated.

Small.
Inconsolable.
Panicked.

Like whatever comes out of my mouth is a bargaining chip

Or as if I said the most awkward thing one could say to a child.

Sometimes…

When we are not listening to one another,

My heart swells and fills with anxiety, and I can’t hear what you need.

My eyes cloud over and I get stuck in a foggy loop of emotions and tears. My voice raises and you cry harder.

Sometimes…

I feel incapable of saying what you want to hear,

Or finding a happy medium.

I dislike being cross and upset

But with you, most especially.

As you grow and become your own person, I see more and more of myself behind your eyes.

I want to give you the world,

Hear you giggle,

Watch you paint your universe in color.

But I am not a teacher like your daddy.

The ability to calm and sooth you is not inherent for me when I am upset.

For that, sweet child of mine, I must confess, troubles me deeply.

But we never go to bed angry,

And we will always talk it out until we are comfortable again.

This is my promise to you sweet girl.

I hope you understand.

I just want what’s best for you

Even if my version of that is not what others have in mind.

It’ll be you and me kid,

And we are going to rule the world!

Here’s a few pictures of my friend and her daughter:

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Side-by-side comparison of mother and daughter at around age 3

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A Few Adoption Misconceptions

I want to start off by apologizing for posting a day late. Things weren’t the greatest emotionally, and I didn’t want to put something up when I knew it wouldn’t be good quality.
But as I couldn’t sleep last night, I decided to pull this together and go ahead and share it a day late.


 

Adoption (as a whole).

Adoption is not what it used to be. The birthmother doesn’t just give her child away and never have contact with them or their adoptive family again. (Well, sometimes that happens, but that’s their choice.)

Now that majority of society seems to have a different opinion of birthmoms, we have closed, semi-open, and open adoptions.

Closed adoptions are pretty much what they sound like. Once the baby is born, the birthmom no longer has access to the child or the adoptive family. The door to that part of her life is closed.

Open adoption gives the birthmom (and birthfather) and the adoptive family access to contact each other as they wish. This contact could include, but is not limited to: emails, visits, texts, and phone calls. But even with that, you have to remember that every open adoption is going to look different.

Semi-open adoption is kind of like a middleground, a compromise, between the two. The birthmom and adoptive family are able to contact each other, but the contact must go through a third party or agency. If visits are involved, typically there is someone from said third party/agency present.

Birthmoms.

There are several misconceptions in society about women who make adoption plans for their children. A lot of them come from the fact that people don’t talk about this side of the adoption the same way that they they do the adoptive family’s side.

Not all birthmoms are drug addicts or alcoholics. Sometimes they’re just girls who aren’t ready to parent. They may just not in a position to take care of a child.

These ladies aren’t being selfish when making these adoption plans – they’re putting their son/daughter above themselves. They are more concerned with their child having everything they deserve than they are with what they want for themselves.

Despite what you may think because she gave up parental rights for her child, she does miss him/her. There’s no denying that she formed a bond of some kind during the nine months she carried her child.


There will be a second installment in this Adoption Misconceptions coming later in the future.

 

Depression

You asked me how depression feels, and this is all I could come up with.

It feels like I’m walking upstream through a current strong enough to pull me under four times.

There are others with me but they are walking along the banks telling me to “just get out of the water.” But instead of extending me a hand in help, they just move along and leave me behind.

Every once in a while I find a rock that is strong enough for me to lean on, and I can rest for a bit.

But the rock always gets tired of holding me up, and when they let go, I’m left drowning, thrown 50 ft back again.

And nothing is harder than standing up in that current, when everything in you is telling you how much easier things would be if you just let yourself get dragged under.

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Imagine it like this. It’s cold and rainy outside. You’re in the middle of nowhere. You’ve got a convertible. The top’s down. The battery’s dead. You can’t put the top up, you can’t go anywhere, you don’t know when the rain is gonna end. It’s gonna take a toll on your mood, your outlook, even if just temporarily.

Depression does that same thing, but it’s not so nicely temporary. And it burrows its way in deeper than just your mood.

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Sweetheart, depression hurts. It hurts bad. Some days are worse than others, and some are intolerable. Especially when I’m all alone and I want so strongly to do something, but my brain tells me to stay where I am and be sad instead.

It’s even worse when I have someone I love worrying about me and trying their best to help, but I just can’t. Leaving the house? Impossible. Taking a shower? Forget it. Putting on actual clothes (that aren’t pajamas)? I can’t imagine it. Admit I need help? Ha, you’re funny.

I have next to no attention span (unless I’m watching one of my three shows). I rarely have energy to do more than I have to. I feel like I’m doing things wrong. I feel like I’m stuck and can’t go anywhere. I frequently see the potential negative aspects of situations. I have so much trouble falling asleep at night. Even when I got enough sleep at night I’m still tired during the day. I snap at people for the smallest things. I constantly fidget. I’m pushing myself to read and write so I’m not just doing nothing all day. I don’t want to have sex. My eating goes to one extreme or the other. My head hurts. My stomach keeps cramping I’ve got a knot in my shoulder that won’t go away. My emotions tend to level out pretty low. I constantly feel down, or I don’t feel much of anything. I’ve thought about suicide, albeit not recently, and had a couple dreams about it, but I’ve never made an attempt to do anything.

The times I do force myself to leave the house, I end up pasting a fake smile on my face and acting like I’m okay. Doing that kills me, but it keeps things less complicated with people who don’t know that I was diagnosed. Or at least I can’t remember if they know that I was. Keeping people in the dark is so much more often easier than to let them into this world. But dragging someone into it would mean letting them past the walls that I’ve worked so hard to build in order to keep people out.

I know it probably seems strange to call depression its own world, but it honestly is. Functioning in reality isn’t something that those who suffer from mental illness can do with ease most times. Whether it be because of asshole neurotransmitters in your brain telling you that you should just stay home because you’re worthless, or because of crippling anxiety, or paranoia, or whatever the reason may be. It’s not something that everyone understand, and yet we try to make people understand. Even if they’re not willing, or don’t believe it unless it’s something that they can see.

Unfortunately, for most of us, mental illness isn’t something that others can physically see just by looking at our bodies. It’s mental. It’s inside our minds. Yes, they may be physical manifestations but they’re not always obvious. Shallow breathing that comes with anxiety/panic attacks? It’s not exactly easily seen, but it pains the body as well as zaps your energy and strength. Shaking/trembling hands? It can be hidden with hands in pockets or bracing hands against something.

The racing thoughts, the stomach knots, the walls closing in, the deathly need to flee. None of these things are visible, but they come with living daily with a mental illness. When it comes to facing every day, we have two choices: 1) just get through the day and know that you have another chance to fight harder tomorrow and 2) push yourself to do what you don’t really want to do but need to. The second option is going to leave you drained, both emotionally and probably physically, but it’s going to make tomorrow just a little easier.

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