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…..

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Still browsing.....

I felt strangely nervous before Miss Delia arrived. Less concerned about the housework (or lack thereof) but surprisingly unsettled. I guess its because I hoped deep down that today she may just have some news for us. The dogs greeted her with open paws like a long lost friend. But my heart sank when I realised that she only had her usual notepad with her. That and her cute little floral Cath Kidston glasses case. There was clearly no sign of a CPR (aka a child report belonging to a little one up for placement) No tell tale bulging paperwork. Just her flimsy A4 lined workbook. She continued to make small talk about the programme on TV about the secret lives of cats (Come on Miss Delia, the dog is looking more excited then me here) But it wasn't long before she confirmed that they still had no match for us. I sipped my tea quietly and tried to be cool and composed. I daren't make eye contact with LRUN as I feared my bottom lip would go. On a positive spin.....you know me..always after that silver sparkly lining....we had been considered for a couple of little ones but they weren't sure if we were the right parents for them. It was heartbreaking to hear these little ones stories. One little boy been left to coming within an inch of literally starving to death. That poor little soul. Come to me. I will feed you. He was now developing well physically but he was emotionally scarred and traumatised and Miss Delia was not sure if this was right for me at the moment.  They have also seen the light (yes, really) and so are now not ruling out those little ones with a parent in the town closest to us. Provided of course, there was no real security risk. But this is a big step for them as it has always been such a big no-no. Even though this was good news, I struggled to hide my disappointment from Miss Delia. Nothing goes unnoticed with her (she even noticed our new family wagon in the driveway) She told me to go the shops and stand in the nappy aisle. Look at whats out there. Go to Mothercare...look at the car seats, cot beds etc. So I did. It felt good. Heck, I may even pass by the home baking aisle too and get some baking inspiration. I'm dreaming of something summery. Maybe a Blueberry Lemon Tray Bake?

Morsels of Summer

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