Excuse Me Ma'am, Your Personal Life is Showing.

First up, I had a dream last night that I went to a Mongol Horde show and Frank Turner got too into it and punched me in the face. I woke up with a sore eye socket...someone tell me what this means!!!  Imagine my confusion upon waking up.

Oh man, the feedback I have been getting from keeping an adoption/life blog is surreal. You love me, you hate me, you think I "TMI" a little too often, you want more, you want less. Well, I have made a choice to share our adoption process - good and bad.  I think that being real is extremely important in life. I am always real with people, I see no point in pretending John and I are people that we are not. That being said, yeah, it's a little weird for me too. I know one day I may wish our faces weren't plastered all over the internet and it would be fruitless to try to remove every picture and personal note ever posted.  I am okay with that. So... onward to the latest updates.

It has officially been 9 stinkin' months of waiting live with the Independent Adoption Center.  That is long enough to have had a full-term baby, if my body would have allowed such growth of human life. Let's all remember one thing though, 9 months is still not that long to wait to adopt. I would feel incredibly lucky if our baby came to us at 9 months. Our home study renewal has been written and submitted, so now we just wait for the IAC to approve it. We continue with life and wait and wait- distracting ourselves with trips, yoga, records, seeing bands play, free HBO preview weekends and nights out with friends. Most days are filled with positive thoughts and optimism, others are really just hard as hell to get through.

We traveled to Wilmington, NC over the weekend for another curling bonspiel and some much needed beach time. This was a one day bonspiel, as opposed to Knoxville's two day event. I have to say I was pretty unimpressed with the city of Wilmington. There were some pretty sites, the beaches were nice, but mostly we sat in a lot of traffic. For a city of just over 100,000 in the summer (meaning UNC Wilmington was not so crowded), the roads sure were slow moving. The time spent at the beach was fabulous. I got a little beach cabana (because us pale people burn in like 2 seconds) and we made it our home base for half of Sunday.  Here are some pictures of the weekend, because what is a blog post without pictures, right?

Yep, they are all curlers.

John and his team getting ready to curl

Us at Wrightsville Beach (Siri calls it Riotsville which is kind of awesome)

John in our little cabana

Sarah in our little cabana

Carolina Beach- super crowded

Us on Carolina Beach

That really sums up the trip. No good pictures of food, because we didn't really have any unique meals whilst vacationing this time around. We all know I like food pictures too, so it is a quite a shock that there are none.

On the life agenda for the next little while is to keep up the hope that we will become parents soon and to not forget about the women out there who are having to make quite possibly the hardest decisions of their lives- to place their babies or to parent. The big plan is to be grateful that we do have this option, no matter how long it takes or how difficult it feels sometimes. Shall I end this with the usual?  We are ever so hopeful to become parents through open adoption, though our strength waivers, our hope never does.