My mother-in-law, bless her heart :) has been good enough to order Taylor and me the "baby essentials" so that we're ready--whenever it happens--to take a baby, maybe a certain baby, home with us. We have received a changing pad and cover, the crib we picked out, and the ever-essential car seat.
When the UPS guy buzzed our apartment and I came downstairs to sign for the package, he offered to carry the large car seat box up the stairs for me. I thought a brief moment why--when they usually don't--they would offer this time. Then it occurred to me.
"Oh! We're adopting." I said. "So I'm not in any "fragile condition" or anything." I smiled and said I'd be fine carrying it up--"but thank you for offering. I appreciate it."
pregnancy brain, even though I'm not pregnant. But emotionally, I'm all frazzled. The uncertainty of the entire situation is certainly wearing on the nerves--not only not knowing when, but even if this baby will be ours. If she will ever sit in that car seat, or sleep in that crib, or look around at the pictures I have on my wall.
I sat there on the floor, in front of The Car Seat box and cried. Just a little bit. And not a despairing cry, or an anxious cry. Perhaps I was just coming to terms with having to be prepared and accepting that we may never need the car seat.
I just don't feel ready. Not that I'm not ready to be a mother--I've been "ready" [are you ever really "ready" to be a mother? it's always learn-as-you-go to some degree] for motherhood since the day I got married. And it's not that I'm not ready for a baby tomorrow. I guess I just don't feel ready to start receiving baby gifts like there's a due date a few months down the road where we'll pack up and go to the hospital to await the arrival of the baby we've known for nine months already. It's different with adoption. I've never been pregnant, but I know this much: it's just different to be expecting to adopt.
Now don't get me wrong--I am truly thankful for the baby things we've received and my mother-in-law is 100% right that we need to be prepared, and the sooner the better! But it's difficult, still.
My sister graciously agreed to let us keep the baby things in an extra closet in her house. She's got the space, and they're not far away, should we need them at a moment's notice. But at least for now, they're out of sight.. not out of mind. That Little Girl we met is never far from my thoughts, never far from my hopes to hold her and buckle her into that seat.
But out of sight helps a little, in the meantime.