Hi, I’m Geochick.

Welcome to my blog. What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy and spiritual awakening. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.


Last year at this time, S and I were trying to endure our third holiday season sans a much-wanted baby.  We had surpassed the predicted 15-18 month wait time due to a massive slow-down in placements in our state and were trying to recognize that if we stuck it out long enough we would be parents eventually.  That’s the thing about adoption in most cases.  We knew that if we waited long enough, we’d end up with a baby.  It’s one of the reasons I pushed toward adoption so quickly after failing to get pregnant in 2 years time.  Weighing the cost of I-V-F vs. the cost of adoption (plus the adoption tax credit, yo), it didn’t make sense to continue TTC.  I-V-F may have given us some answers, but at too high a cost both emotionally and monetarily.  

Which brings me back to last year and enduring the holiday season.  It’s a weird thing to be depressed and stuck, yet somewhere, deep down know that eventually this will all go away.  That becoming a parent, while not happening on my schedule, is happening on some sort of schedule.  We were able to make the most of our wait, trying to keep ourselves distracted.  We traveled, taking some big trips, and some little trips to places we always wanted to experience.  We worked hard and played hard.  I got a promotion (after applying 3 times, tenacity should be my middle name), but S has had some difficulties in his position.  I’m sure that wasn’t helping his attitude much.   

And so, we endured last year, pushing through, trying to numb ourselves to the passage of time.  As the holiday season turned into spring we became more hopeful, we were close to the top of the list after all!  And…nothing.  Spring became summer and we were staring down the barrel of a second homestudy update.  Then, two weeks before we had to renew again, Baby X came into our lives.  We finally have what we’ve been waiting for.  It’s amazing.  He’s amazing.  Everything is amazing.

Except it’s not.  Well, it is, but I’m still my same old snarky self, with added stress.  Wanted stress and welcomed stress, but stress nonetheless.  Was my personality supposed to change?  Was I supposed to be “over it?”  Was I supposed to be giddily happy and positive and sunshine and rainbows forevermore?  I’m happier.  I’m more relaxed.  I don’t feel stuck in a rut.  I’m looking forward.  But I’m still ME.  I speak my mind, I hop on my infertility/adoption soapbox from time to time, and I’m competitive.  Hopefully, Baby X doesn’t hold it against me.

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