Adoption: The Boy IS Mine

As a mother to three boys, my oldest having joined our little clan through adoption and the two younger being biological, it irritates the crap pains me when people suggest either subtly or, in some cases, not so subtly, that it "might be hard" to love them all the same. After all, there's just a "natural connection" to the sons who tumbled and kicked inside my belly for eight months, right? It's true that I didn't get to experience the joys of morning sickness, swollen feet, crazy mood swings, stretch marks, that unique third trimester feeling when I was sure my crotch was just going to … [Read more...]