About Me

This blog is about me and my voyage to becoming a mummy. Ironically called “mummy in the baking” as together with my passion and obsession for all things cake related, I will never be able to have my own "bun in the oven." Years of fertility treatment have taken their toll and I now find myself on a new..eek, i hate this word...journey! The crazy train to adoption. I hope you will join me while I bake my way to becoming a mummy. I want this blog to be a source of information as well as a comforter. I hope it will inspire and help anyone who is considering adoption or who has in fact already bought their ticket for this..here I go again...journey. Cake makes me happy and I hope you will enjoy sharing my love of it. I want it to help lift your spirits and hearts through what can only be described as 'the trials and tribulations of the adoption process.' Along with my desire to be a family, I love my dogs, have an unhealthy love of sausages and chenin blanc, adore my land rover uber-nerd of a husband and continiously dream of balmy summer evenings. Baking in progress…..

Monday, 19 November 2012

Life's Curve balls.....
Just when we thought this was all going so well, we are called into a meeting at work to announce that the whole company is on redundancy notice. We will all have to re-apply for our jobs. My job turns out to be fairly safe but to make matters worse, my LRUN's job (we work for the same company) has been re-located to a branch pretty fay away. Far enough away to involve lengthy commuting. We are both struck down with shock and dread having to tell Miss Delia. We cannot move closer to LRUN's new job, as this means we willl lose our entire support network we have spent so long pulling together. At the same time, if LRUN commutes, this will mean I will be on my own for alot of the time without his support. More importantly, the Adoption Services hate instability. Neither us sleep very well for ages, scenarios going round and round in our heads..what should we do, should we tell Delia? We haven't made a decision but we have come up with the plan to tell Miss Delia in our next meeting. The plan is to present it to her in a way to show her we are thinking it through logically and sensibly and are researching each option and the implications thereof thoroughly...rather than running around in a flat spin which it felt like were doing most of the time.  I wonder how many more curve balls life wants to throw at me. I can feel my dream of becoming a mummy slowly slipping away. I must be stressed as cannot face baking anything.

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