Per all your comments on my last post, I can only say wow. Wow and thanks for all the encouragement, advice and empathy I found in your words. Thank you also for the compliments. It always seems a little surreal to me since I look to so many of you as people who inspire me and who are very good writers. I learn bits and pieces from all of you every day, so it means a lot to me when you compliment the way I've written something; especially when it's something so personal and difficult.
To further add to the warm fuzzies; as I mentioned before, Malloryn honored me with a blurb and the "pink rose award" created by Kymberli at I'm a Smart One (and she is too!). Since I'm still floating on all those happy clouds, I'm just going to put it out there and say that I think all of you deserve such awards daily in your lives. All of you who comment on others' blogs to make them feel good, all who write to help themselves and hope that it helps others too, and all those who have been through so much heartache but still have the energy to give back. You deserve a little something like this in your lives each and every day.
OK, I think I've dealt enough sappy pie for the day, so it's on to answering the question some of you asked. I mentioned possible criticism in my previous post because I was worried that I may offend some adoptive parents. I didn't want them to think that I in any way thought that adoption was a less valid means to become parents than procreation. I also thought there may be a few out there who think that it really is self-centered of me to be so stuck on the idea of a biological child, and to be so afraid of the rigors of adoption that it hinders my movement toward that goal. I know most of you can totally empathize with the things I say, but you never know who might read your blog, and I've seen people bash others for being worried about adoption before. It's so sad, but it happens. I guess it was just my way of throwing up a little shield to protect myself in case it happened. I find myself doing that a lot. I guess at one time I would have thought that having to shield one's self was a sad thing. However, now I know that it's just a manner of growing up and learning to deal.
