Hi Ho...Hi Ho.....
I walked past a poster in the park last week. A bright, colorful ad. Luring you in. "Get back your pre-baby body now!" it shouted. This made me smile and illustrates the real irony of adoption. The last thing I want back is my 'pre-baby body.' In fact, since LBM came to share our lives, I have never been thinner and fitter. (Ok... apart from during my travels in Africa with LRUN... but that was more due to dysentery and lack of food, than happiness)
I had lunch with some pregnant friends last week and listening to the woes of their pregnancies, it really hit home how lucky I am. I have the most precious little boy for the rest of my life but have managed to escape the weight gain, the indigestion, the discomfort, the itchy skin, the multiple midnight wee stops and of course, the nausea.
Last month welcomed our final day in court. It's what they call an 'Adoption Celebration Day' but what I call the 'Closing the Front Door on Social Services Celebration Day.' But if I'm honest with you, I found it all a little disappointing. I hope this doesn't make me sound ungrateful, as I am not altogether sure what I was expecting but we literally spent longer going through security that the actual time 'celebrating' in the court. However, it was made memorable by an extra special family member joining us. You know who you are. A big squishy thank you to you.
As we were leaving, the judge asked if I would be returning to work at Christmas. "Errr....no....actually next week" I blurted out. I could feel Miss Delia's eyes burrowing into me. Once outside, I admitted to her that there had been few changes. I confessed that I hadn't told her for fear of things being delayed yet again and anyway, they were all positive changes. "I knew you were up to something" she said "but just wasn't sure what." Just shows you what a rubbish liar I am. Sadly, just as I feel we have closed the door on these 'powers that be', she asks if she can contact us again next week. The new adoptive parents of Jelly-tot would like to set up a meeting with us. Now, that is going to be an awkward meeting. Brace yourself Bridget!
On the baking front, how yummy do these Carmelitas look. Can't wait to try them. Caramel, Chocolate and Oats. Pure heaven for me. Calories? What the heck. I always have the excuse of 'having' a baby.
- mummy in the baking
- 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…..