I had this dream last night. I was on a journey somewhere and passed babies along the way. And I came to a fork in the road. The signs didn’t say “adoption” or “pregnancy”, but that is what they felt like. I don’t know which one I chose. I wish I did. But it is comforting and exciting that my brain is trying to process our next steps under the radar. I feel a sense of peace about either one right now. They are both scary to me, for different reasons, but I feel peaceful about taking a step down either one of those paths.
Wow. I just checked my work email and there is one from a former co-worker saying he and his partner have an adoption match. The baby is to be delivered November 20. I am thrilled for them, but also (in selfish mode) very encouraged by this.