Bare belly at 28 1/2 weeks.

When I first got pregnant I had a twinge of guilt. Guilt, because we most likely won't be adopting again. We were going to adopt again if we continued to have a hard time getting pregnant, but after another year and a half...we got pregnant.
I quickly realized that I cannot feel guilty that we got pregnant. I cannot put that guilt onto our baby. I cannot feel guilt that we were blessed with this baby. We are so very blessed.
We never approached adoption as "saving an orphan," as a good deed, or for religious reasons. We simply wanted another baby, found the need, and a program that was fairly quick and straight forward. We cannot solve the orphan crisis in the world and don't presume we can by adopting more children. Ethiopia is in our hearts and the orphans of the world are constantly on our minds.
The guilt I felt in the beginning was not for the orphans of the world, but for Mezmur. Guilt that Mezmur will not have a brother or sister that looks like her. Cheese ball as it may sound...she already has brothers and sisters that look like her. We have friends who have adopted from Ethiopia...lots of them (Yes, I know, we are so popular). Mezmur sees these friends regularly. Some live a mile away and some live out of state. They will be in her life forever. They are family. They are her brothers and sisters. I told you...cheese ball.
With all that said...ask me again in a few years if we are going to adopt again. One never really knows what the future holds. Again, cheese ball.