So. Big changes. Like, whoa. So I'm going to plagiarize myself from my Facebook status update:
You know how sometimes life can throw you curveballs and take you in completely unexpected directions? Well I was thrown a 9 lb. 6 oz. curveball by the name of Emily Marie Beane. My son, Matt, is adopted and his biological mother gave birth to another baby, Emily. Her situation is still not the best and she wisely decided to give us custody. Right now it's Kinship/foster custody but I'm pretty sure that in 30 days, it's going to become full, legal custody.
So we went from two babies to three literally overnight. Most people have at least 6 or 7 months to plan for this, but usually the full 9. We had less than 48 hours. From the very beginning, Vanessa and I said that we were not going to get involved with this. It was too hard and too painful the first time with Matt. We're lucky that it turned out the way it did, but it was incredibly difficult getting there.
We didn't want a repeat. We knew that the call was going to come and we were all geared to say no. But then we were invited by an unlikely person: Emily's mother. She was finally able to see what was best for the baby (stability in a loving environment with her biological brother), regardless of how much it hurt to let go. And here we are with another baby to love and take care of.
But walking out of the hospital room, carrying a little tiny baby, carrying it away from someone else that loves it dearly: that makes you feel like the world's biggest jerk. In my heart, I know that it is right, but that doesn't make me feel any better, knowing that someone I love (regardless of how many stupid decisions she has made and how much she has hurt my family) is hurting. If I had some magic words to make everything better and perfect, I would. But I don't. So we do what we do.
We walk the path that we choose without fear. Our hearts are filled with love and hope. This is true and this is right.
This third baby made our two-door sports car pretty much obsolete, so we traded it in for a Dodge Journey. And the Dodge Journey is pretty awesome. It looks like this:
It's essentially a station wagon, but it looks pretty awesome, it's comfortable and we can fit the whole family in it. That is all that matters--the last point specifically, the other two are bonuses.
Finally hit the gym today and decided that I prefer the Rec at YSU. I like the weight machines better and there's no one to kick me off of the Hell Machine after 30 minutes. But I did those 30 minutes, walked a couple of laps, did biceps, triceps, abs and lats. Felt good but it was HARD getting back to it after so long off.
I'm going to go to bed now and see how long before Emily wakes up.
Breakfast:
4 pieces of French toast (made out of Protein Plus bread which made for a mediocre French Toast, sadly)
3 pieces of bacon
Lunch:
1/2 an apple
Italian Pulled Pork sandwich with cheese (one day I will share the Ludwig recipe for spaghetti sauce which is fantastic and includes cooking a pork loin in the sauce until it falls apart, making this sandwich possible)
Dinner:
Pizza. I don't remember how many pieces because I was running around in between eating
Salad with what felt like more pepperoni and ham than lettuce and Italian dressing
4 breadsticks after the fact
Snack:
1 cake of Soan Papdi an Indian dessert
No protein after lifting today! I forgot. Dammit.
Anyway. See you when I see you.
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