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Monday, July 14, 2014

Little Happies -- The John Strikes Back


We interrupt your regularly scheduled Stephi Programming to bring you some Johnny programming instead.  Prepare for this to be somewhat more video-game-centric than normal.


--one--

Look at those animals!

Memphis Zoo
This one was actually an Unexpected Little Happy, which to my estimation is perhaps the best kind.  You see, we took her youth group to the Zoo this week.  In Memphis.  In July.  For those of you who live in other parts of the country, this means that it should have been Hot.  As in walk-on-burning-coals-while-eating-a-raw-habanero-while-wearing-your-thickest-parka hot.  With a bunch of teenagers. I believe that I can be pardoned for not having this high on my list of things to which I was looking forward.  And then we went, and it was awesome.  It was warm, but not thermonuclear, the teenagers were awesome, and I got to have a heart-to-heart bro moment with a red panda named Justin (we looked at each other, directly in the eyes, for a good 30 seconds - I think Justin and I got each other, we really did).


--two--

All celebration involves food, ever noticed?  There's a Catholic theological point in there, I think

3rd Anniversary Brunch
This upcoming Wednesday marks the beginning of our 4th year of marriage, and, honestly, that's a Big Happy, which is cheating, I know.  Guilty.  I'll pick those low-hanging fruit if you leave them sitting there.  But we decided that we were going to be celebrating for several days, since I would be working on our actual anniversary, and sharing this experience with my Special Somebody provided a memory which will help buoy me through the rest of the week (if not much longer!), so on the list it goes.  It's at an old, converted beauty shop, and they do a killer brunch.  I got pulled pork and plum eggs benedict, she got upscale migas.


--three--

Defy Those Gender Stereotypes

Darkest Dark Chocolate Ice Cream Ever
So, I love chocolate and my wife doesn't much care for it.  True, somewhat sad, slightly gender-stereotype-bending story.  Why does she get up in the morning?  Probably just love in general, I guess, but it's not love for chocolate, like the rest of us.   We had a fun little get-together to go to this past weekend, and we had one job: bring dessert.  I hadn't used the ol' faithful ice cream maker in a little while anyway, so this turned into the perfect excuse to dig it out of the back of the freezer.  So of course I chose the one in the book that was entitled the Darkest Dark Chocolate Ice Cream Ever (or something like that, don't quote me).  I had never made it before, somehow, and it just leaped out, almost challenging me to verify its claim.  I honestly cannot say if it's the darkest ever (I haven't had them all yet, working on it), but I can say it was awesome.  That pic is the ice cream in question, spinning its way to a happy place in my memory and stomach.


--four--

Actually, Go Ahead and Reinforce Those Gender Stereotypes ("Boys Like Games")

This Game (Dungeons of Dredmor)

I did promise you all some video games, after all.  I discovered this little (actually quite deep) gem this week.  It's in a genre that is awkwardly denominated "Rogue-like-likes" (seriously, never have a discussion with anyone on the internet about the etymology of the name, it is a bridge to nowhere) that have a common theme of algorithmically generated levels that are never the same twice as well as usually being very difficult and usually involving perma-death of your character if you lose.  The fun in these kinds of things is not actually in beating the game (which is often exceedingly difficult) but in how you play the game - go in with a sense of adventure, a desire to understand the systems at play and how they interact in a way that pleases and challenges you, and try to get as far as you can with the things with which you're arbitrarily provided, and you'll have fun!  Kind of like life, actually - and that's probably why people like them.  It's a little microcosm.  Anyway, I had picked this up in a bundle of games a while back but never played it yet (go check out humblebundle.com when they have a bundle going on if you never want to run out of things to play, then do that about 8 times, and you'll see what I mean).  I saw it just sitting there, uninstalled this week while I was waiting for my wife to finish something for a few minutes, installed it, and was insta-hooked.  If only it were co-op, and if only Stephi had interest in geeky PC games... work on her, blogosphere!  Also, it endears me that the male character has breathtaking eyebrows, and the female character is a redhead.


Ok, that's all I've got.  Well, it's not really all I've got, but it's all I've got pictures for.  If one of you gets hooked on Dungeons of Dredmor, my job here is complete.



Sunday, June 1, 2014

8 Ways in Which Adoption and Pregnancy are Similar


It's easy to think there are huge differences between becoming a parent through conception and becoming a parent through adoption. The big obvious one is that women who can get pregnant carry their child with them for nine months, something adoptive mamas don't experience. Some people will even go so far as to say that adoptive parents aren't 100% parent because they haven't experienced the physical and emotional pains of a pregnancy. In their opinion, only pregnancy turns a woman into a real mom. But are we really all that different? Are our journeys that unalike?

Sure, we didn't carry that little one around with us for nine months, but we do still have lots in common. We at least experience many of the same feelings of excitement, freak-outedness, disappointment, heartache, impatience, and joy, just to name a few. Ok, so maybe our hormones aren't making us cry over the latest episode of The View or causing a serious banana split craving at two in the morning, but many of the emotions are identical.

To prove our point, I teamed up with Lisa from Little Moments to write this post about how surprisingly similar the domestic adoption process and pregnancy really are. Even though we are a bit more familiar with adoption, we know enough about TTC (trying to conceive) and all the pregnancy stuff our friends and family members have experienced that we think we know what we're talking about. :)

And now we present to you 8 ways in which domestic adoption and pregnancy are similar:

Deciding to show your profile // Deciding to try to get pregnant -- Stephanie
The moment you give your adoption agency the YES to show your profile, the whole game changes. You go from thinking, "Yeah, we'll be parents someday," to, "Yikes, we could be parents so soon!" It's a big shift and I remember feeling the same way when John and I decided it was time for us to start trying to get pregnant. In both situations, there's tons of excitement, a few fears here and there, and lots of nerves overall. In adoption you worry about things like, "Will this birthmom and baby be 'the one'? Will anyone ever like our profile? If she does pick us, will she stick with her plan?" When you're trying to get pregnant, your worries are more like, "Will this cycle be 'the one'? Will we ever get pregnant? If we do get pregnant, will our little one stick?" While the questions are slightly different, the feelings are absolutely the same. It's the moment you go from, "We're not quite ready to be parents," to, "LET'S DO THIS!" and that's quite an exciting, super-scary, life-altering jump.

The cover of our adoption profile

Waiting to hear back from your agency while your profile is being shown // The two week wait -- Stephanie
If you've ever tried to get pregnant, you know about that dreaded two week wait, those two weeks between ovulation and when you'd normally get your period, when you aren't sure if you're pregnant but are so hopeful you are. During the adoption process, after you decide to go ahead and show your profile to a birthmom, you experience quite the wait too. While the wait to hear back from your agency may not take exactly two weeks, the feelings of impatience and the constant day dreaming of what your future will be like with this possible child are absolutely just as present. It's also easy to waiver between extreme hope and utter despair, from, "This must be it!" to "This will never happen for us," in a matter of minutes. Oh, the waiting. Both trying to get pregnant and trying to adopt can have plenty of waiting involved, for sure. It's probably God's way of teaching us all patience, 'cause He knows we'll need it once those kiddos do come along.

Finding out you didn't match // Getting your period -- Stephanie
When you get the call from your agency that you didn't match with the birthmom and baby, it's very similar to the disappointment you feel when holding a negative pregnancy test in your hand or experiencing another cycle day 1. It's just one big bummer, one big case of dreams deferred yet again. I've had many ugly cries over getting my period and I've also had a bunch over not matching with a little guy we were almost sure we'd match with. "Why am I such a failure?" and, "Why is this happening to us?" are common thoughts in both adoption and TTC, especially when things don't work out the way you think they're going to. Yet, in both situations, you have to continue to find hope, even when it's the last thing you want to do. We pick ourselves back up, rely on family and friends to carry us through, and hold our heads mostly high as we try for another cycle or show our profiles once again. It's what makes all us infertiles and all us waiting-to-adopters even stronger than we could ever imagine.

Finding out you did match // Getting a BFP! -- Lisa
Whether you are sitting waiting for that little plus sign on a pregnancy test or jumping every time the phone rings, nothing quite compares to the news that you are officially anticipating the arrival of your child. When we found out we were in a match, I seriously needed to be scraped off the ceiling. No matter how much I would tell myself not to get too excited, I would find myself planning the next year of my life with a little one in tow. I can still clearly remember myself pacing the room as I spoke with our counselor, getting all the information. My hands were shaking, my heart pounding, and thoughts were racing through my head. It really doesn't matter whether you physically become pregnant or you are matched with a child, that initial excitement, jitters, and feelings of your stomach lifting up into your chest is such an incredible high.

Adoption anxiety // Morning sickness and cravings -- Stephanie
When we were waiting to hear from our agency about a potential match, I experienced some serious anxiety. It was so bad I could feel it in my throat. Have you ever experienced that kind of anxiety? It's the kind that makes you feel like your heart could just explode at any second. The kind that makes it nearly impossible to eat anything. The kind that makes your mind race, your stomach turn, your heart beat way too fast. It doesn't feel good at all. While I've never experienced morning sickness or pregnancy cravings, and I'm sure they're probably a bit worse than the anxiety I felt, it was still a very physical pain that I couldn't control. I've never been that much of a ball of nerves in my entire life! The only relief for me was finally hearing from our agency. Even though it wasn't the news we wanted to hear, it was still a relief to have an answer, to have a clearer picture for our future. As for cravings and morning sickness, sometimes the only relief is getting past a certain point in the pregnancy or delivering that baby. In both adoption and pregnancy, I'm sure all of us future-parents would agree: the physical pain that can accompany the waiting (or baby growing) is just plane lame, but in the end, worth it! More on that later, though.

Meeting the birth parents // Your first ultrasound -- Lisa
I would compare a match meeting (meeting the birth parent(s)) to going in for an ultrasound. In fact, sometimes this may be a time that you get to see an ultrasound picture. This is the point when everything becomes real. Just like I'm sure it can be hard to believe you are pregnant before showing and before hearing that little heartbeat, I feel like a match doesn't really feel like it's actually happening until there is a face to the name on all that paperwork. It's so easy in adoption to start to envision the worst case scenario. "Maybe they won't like us when they actually meet us. What if I say the wrong thing and everything goes horribly wrong? What if they change their minds and we lose the possibility of bringing home our little one? What if the situation is scarier either medically or through circumstances than we expected?" Those are just a few of the millions of fears that have danced through my head before a match meeting.

BUT just like that moment of hearing a healthy heartbeat, a successful match meeting brings all that excitement back again. For me, these experiences have been love at first sight. Just hearing about the baby through the initial presentation of information brings about that automatic mother's love in me. I have also experienced a similar feeling in my relationship with the birth parents. We have been blessed to really connect with the birth parents we have been matched with, especially Nate's birthmom. I feel like we have that common bond of a mother's love, and as a woman I feel like we can truly appreciate the incredible gift and sacrifice this woman is making. For us, match meetings have been very positive experiences that have eased our fears and connected us to our child in a very special way, very much like an ultrasound would in a pregnancy.

Grief in adoption // Grief in pregnancy -- Lisa
One thing that I never really thought about going into adoption was the potential of a loss. Yes, I knew that an adoption could fall through, but I figured that chances of it happening were pretty slim. Unfortunately, that's not the case. In adoption, there can be several different instances in which we experience loss, whether it is through not being chosen by a birth parent or a birth parent choosing to parent.

Stephanie and I were a bit hesitant on how to approach the topic of loss since it is such an emotional and personal experience. Sadly, we can experience losses through both pregnancy and adoption. Those losses are unique, but they are losses. Most if not all mothers, no matter how they are expecting, fear these losses. For me, it was my absolute worst fear, to experience what our agency calls a "change of heart" in which the birth parents choose to parent their child. Even though we do not experience the physical presence of our child in the womb, there is immediately an emotional presence. No matter how much an agency does to prepare you, it still hits you like a brick.

Unfortunately, I feel like many of these losses through miscarriage or adoption loss still aren't really talked about. For me, I felt like it was very much a silent struggle. I felt like I could be upset, but shouldn't be for very long. I don't want to directly compare a pregnancy loss to an adoption loss because each is unique for every person and situation. I just think it's important that we recognize the gravity of these losses. These children are imprinted on our hearts whether we knew them only in our hearts, carried them for a short time, or held them in our arms. For me, I'm past the grief. It doesn't impact my love for my sweet son by any means, but I will always have a little place in my heart for that sweet little baby who was almost physically ours.

Forgetting all the pain of the adoption process // Forgetting all the pain of childbirth the moment you hold your forever baby in your arms -- Lisa
I always hear mothers talk about how they forgot about the intensity of the pain of childbirth once their child is in their arms. The love for your child just kind of takes over and wipes away the memory of the awful pain. The beautiful thing about adoption is that the same phenomenon happens. No, you don't entirely forget the pain of the wait (and don't particularly look forward to it again in the future), but suddenly it all was worth it. Every last tear I cried and moment of prayer begging on my knees was just a small sacrifice for this little one. The pain of not being matched, an adoption falling through, and months of hearing not a single thing immediately subsided when I laid eyes on my sweet little boy. Being with him brings me so much joy, and joy that overshadows all the pain on the road to get here. And that is why going in again for another adoption journey doesn't sound so bad. In fact, it sounds like a great idea!

Lisa and Dan right before they brought Nathan home from the hospital.

We hope that after reading this post, all you adoptive or future-adoptive parents now feel as though you can reclaim some of the stuff we sometimes feel we missed out on by not being able to conceive or carry our child. And if you're a parent who only knows parenthood through conception, we hope this post has shown how our different paths to parenthood are actually alike in many ways. May we all be blessed by the joys of parenthood and always find support in one another.

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Lisa is a newly adoptive mama of sweet little Nathan and ridiculously blessed to be married to her husband, Dan. They currently live in the suburbs of Chicago. They enjoy spending time with close friends and family, playing board games, mini golfing, checking out new water parks when they travel, and now of course watching their little man grow. Check out Lisa's blog "Little Moments" to learn more about her adoption journey, reflections on adoption, and now learning the ropes as a Catholic mom.



Monday, March 24, 2014

Little Happies -- John's Turn


Have I got TWO special treats for you today!

First, I decided it was worth it to pay for the link-up to include your thumbnails. Especially since there were so many of you linked up last time and I just really wanted to see little pics of your adorable blogs with your link-ups. So I just did it. Less than $2 a month for something that makes me happy? Worth it. :)

Second, my dear husband, John, has spent the last week focusing on his Little Happies, and with a little bit of encouragement from me, he's agreed to post them on this here blog!! Today!! Since he's never written a blog post before, I hope you'll be extra nice to him. And I hope you enjoy!

Heeeeeeeeerrrreeee's Johnny...

--one--
Bacon.

I'm pretty sure Walt Whitman wrote a poem about bacon.
Right?

Well, let's do the easy one first.  Bacon.  Bacon is definitely a little happy, especially when it's fancified, thick-cut, cracked pepper bacon that you may have accidentally put on a tortilla with a fried egg and sriracha.  Why is bacon so awesome? We may never know.


--two--
Watching Doctor Who with my wife.

When she looks away from the TV the
characters get sad.

This may not exactly be the best picture of the Doctor and company, but they'll probably forgive me for posting it.  Anyway, our preferred mode of relaxation these days is joining the Doctor on his adventures.  Also, those are sunglasses; sunglasses are cool.  Speaking of glasses...


--three--
When your wife wears your glasses.

She thinks that if she looks closely enough, she can see
how mischievous you've been.  But she caaaaan't.

Alas, she is cursed with perfect vision and doesn't wear glasses unless she has stolen them from off my face.  Makes it all the more special when she does it, I suppose.  She does look awfully cute with glasses.


--four--
Gorgeous sunrises.

That truck can't handle the beauty, so he's stopping.

This, I believe, was snapped while driving in to work, and hardly captures the colors appropriately. Should I have been taking photos while driving?  Probably not.  Don't tell my wife.


--five--
This chocolate-covered Oreo.

I wish you could taste this picture.

It was glorious.  A Gloreo.


--six--
Growing your hair out.

Look at how much work it is to grow your hair out
Look at how much work it is to grow your hair out.

Because I've had short hair all my life.  It's ponytail time.  In like 3 months (right? soon? please grow faster?).  Even if the children of some friends tell you that that makes you a girl (which actually happened - the pink shirt I was wearing at that time was the second bit of supporting evidence for that hypothesis, I was told). #longhairdontcare




Wondering what a "Little Happy" is? No need to fear! Click right here. And if you'd like to share some Little Happies of your own, we'd love to have you join our link-up. Thanks for reading along! 
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