Mike and I recently attended a parenting class through our physician’s office, which is a requirement of our adoption agency. Those enrolled in the class met in the lobby of the women and children’s section of our local hospital. As folks started to gather, it was quickly obvious that we didn’t appear to belong in the class. Each woman was approaching her due date and had wonderfully round bellies. The teacher came out to the lobby to direct us all to the classroom and I turned to Mike and sang, “One of the things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn’t belong!” We smiled, entered the classroom full of pregnant couples and learned how to swaddle, diaper and hold our newborn. I know we looked out of place and I was hoping for a pause in the teaching so I could tell everyone that we weren’t baby class stalkers. But the pace of the class was fast – it’s a lot to learn in one hour – so we left without getting a chance to explain our situation.
A couple days later we attended an open house for a pediatrician we plan to use once our little one arrives. The office was once again full of very pregnant ladies and their spouses, and then there was us. We looked like we were planning way too far in advance for our family because we had no baby bump to show off. This time though there was a lengthy question and answer session and I saw my opportunity to let everyone know our good news! Afterward, I actually felt like I belonged and it was awesome. I know that feeling out of place and having uncomfortable stares is something I will learn to deal with as time goes on, but I’m actually looking forward to explaining to folks how our family came to be. Sometimes being different is a blessing – I’m just learning to embrace it.