On New Year’s Eve, Dennis and I celebrated quietly at home, going through our memory jar. We started this last year and I think it will be something we do every year. Throughout the year, we fill a jar with paper memories, then go through them at the end of the year. It’s a fun way to remember all that happened in the last year.
If you’ve been reading my blog for at least a year, you might remember the bittersweet post about 2012’s memory jar. I have copied it below this one for you to read if you have the time or interest – it’s so awesome to read that already having what we prayed for in our arms.
Anyway, while going through 2013’s jar, we ran across this fortune:
Today I’m thankful that this fortune came true. Thank God for our little miracle! :)
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Thankful Thursday #97: a fresh start – originally posted January 3, 2013
Our Memory Jar, filled with paper memories from 2012. The pictures included in this post are all things found within the jar.
Despite not doing a recipes “best of” to recap for 2012, I am a little introspective on the year. In one way, it was a hard year. Really hard. In all other ways, it was great. When I think back on this year, all I feel is happy, so I’m thankful for that. But I’m also thankful for a fresh start.
Regular readers know that 2012 was the year we really tried to have a baby–and I mean gave it our all. And did not succeed. We finally got ourselves checked out after eight years of casually trying and nearly a year of gung-ho trying (you know, with all the charting and timing and hooplah), and the urologist said it is “very unlikely” that we will ever have a baby together naturally. That was really tough to hear.
Right now our future is uncertain as far as children are concerned. We are doing what we can, including praying and taking natural supplements (there’s nothing doctors can do to help besides IVF, which we are not interested in), but our window of opportunity is fairly well shut. Haus is on the older side to become a first-time Dad (45) and knowing what it’s like for a child to be raised by older parents (my Dad was a surprise, born to my grandparents when they were in their late 40s) and how it can make them constantly afraid that their parents will die while they are still growing up, I feel it’s not right to keep trying. And yet it’s also something hard for me to give up.
I have been thinking about fostering to adopt for almost as long as we’ve been trying, and while this is something Dennis and I will have to decided between us, it is definitely one avenue of opportunity for us to raise a child if we do not have one of our own. I am finding it terribly hard to totally give up on the hope of having one of our own right now, so I don’t think 2013 will be the year for us to go into the foster program. 2013 is more likely going to be a year of transition into parenthood, Lord willing, one way or another.
Anyway, besides the trial of trying to conceive and month after month of disappointment, and the weight gain brought on by my emotional eating, this has been a wonderful year. While the photos in this post are showing our paper memories, there were many more wonderful memories made that you won’t find on paper. Lots of laughter, lots of hugs and kisses, lots of celebrations, long walks & talks, lots of love. We are happy, we are healthy, and I am thankful.
While I do yearn for children, I’m also desperately thankful for the “alone time” Dennis and I have had with each other for fourteen years. I know being a parent is really hard, and we are so totally spoiled without them, and I do count that as a blessing. I’m sure I will miss the freedom I have now if I ever lose it, so I do try to appreciate it while it is mine.
That said, I’m dreaming of what 2013 will bring. While I’m hoping and praying that it includes a child, something that I do have control over is my diet and I’m getting that back under control. No more, “This baby stuff is so harrrrrrd, whiney whine whine whine,” while shoveling in chips and sour cream dips, and squirting pastry bags full of leftover icing in my mouth. OK, so I don’t really whine like that, and don’t really squirt pastry bags full of icing into my mouth (though I have been known to do so in the past), but you get the idea. I’m not going to milk the baby stress excuse to eat whatever I want in huge quantities. Not any more. I’m ready to “give birth” to the food baby I’ve created from overeating. Especially since he’s decided to take up precious pants space and I really don’t want to buy bigger pants (I’ve already done that too many times). Food baby be gone!
That is all I have to say (finally, right?), so get ready for it. The epic ending to my blog:
Still makes me laugh. Check out the blog Den’s cartoon is featured in here if you missed it last January. Peace to you all, may 2013 bring you much happiness.