Stephanie over at So-So Stephanie recently wrote:
“We are all learning to live with this comfortable sadness that is now a part of our days.”
The situation she’s referring to is far worse than anything I’ve been through, but these words resonated with me. No matter how hard I try to remain positive, for as long as it takes to have a baby, I will carry this sadness with me.
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Moving on to stories you cannot make up….
About a month ago, I put in an application with a rescue group for 3 soon-to-be-available maltipoo puppies. I have been in contact with their foster mom for 2 weeks. She told me she would be setting up a meeting when the puppies turned 8 weeks old. We set a date for Saturday and then just a few moments ago I received the following email addressed to myself and “Susan.”
“…I will have two puppies for you to look at. Only one is available for adoption so only one of you will go home with a puppy. The person I select to take a puppy can then pick the one they want. I’m sorry to do it this way, but I want to select the person/situation that I think best fits the puppy.”
Um, Babs, I do have a question. Did I inadvertently sign up for a reality TV show? Just how do you plan on wording your final decision? “Sorry Brooke, you have to go home. Susan, will you accept this rose?”
This could be a devastating situation for me.
If these puppies are 8 weeks old, they were born the week of June 15th. I can’t help but make the connection. I don’t know if we should make the 3 hour drive with JJ, just to be sent home with my heart in my stomach.
Some days I swear the universe is pushing me closer and closer towards a mental institution.