But I’m Not Pregnant

I stood in the baby aisle of Target. I was crying. Quiet tears fell down my face. I was alone and feeling reminiscent of pregnancy hormones. But I’m not pregnant.

I bought baby shoes a few months back. I’m dreaming of nurseries. We’re texting each other baby name ideas. But I’m not pregnant.

I’m clinging tightly to my too-close-to-five year-old and thinking of what a good big brother he’ll be. He talks of a baby sister and twins and having a baby at his house. But I’m not pregnant.

When I was pregnant, it was visible, something people could see. The longing, waiting, and hoping was explained by a bump in my shirt. While we wait to adopt, only a few know about it, and even fewer really get it. There is no outward, physical explanation for my feelings. I don’t even understand it most days. 

Why not just have another biological child? Why not be grateful for the child you have?
Maybe there will be a time we’ll have another biological child, but for our family now, that is not how we feel led to expand our family. We are so grateful for the child we have, and it feels selfish that I am longing for another when there are families we know who have none. I have to believe, though, that part of this longing, this desire to have this child home, is part of how God is helping us be ready to accept this child who He has picked out for us. He has placed it on our hearts for a reason, and He is making the way for our family to grow.
This waiting game is so different even from waiting to get pregnant. When trying to get pregnant, there is pseudo-control. There is a 28 day cycle that it operates around that at least lets you know where you are in the game. Of course, it’s a completely false sense, but it’s a sense nonetheless.
So, for now, we’re here: praying, wishing, and expecting a baby. But I’m not pregnant.


  1. The waiting is different when you adopt a child. My husband and I had no children when we adopted our son Charlie. 4 of my closest girlfriends were pregnant in the year and a half we waited to be offered our son. It had it's empty moments and then moments of longing…. I got to have some cocktails at my baby shower, that was fun and unconventional… It was hard longing for a baby I had no physical connection to but I realized after I held him that I had always had an emotional attachment to him long before he was even in my line of sight. Having never experienced pregnancy I can only imagine the drastic difference in the two "waiting periods." One thing that helped me was to write a letter to my unknown child and let he or he know how I was feeling about them at the time. You'd be surprised how much it helps… I went back and read it after we brought Charlie home and I couldn't believe how much of what I hoped and wished rang true. Best of luck in your adoption, it has truly changed my life.

  2. I really love the letter idea. I had a prayer journal during my pregnancy with my son that I did that with; I think I will start the same thing now for another.

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