By: Tanya Dodd-Hise
You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.
We are getting closer and closer to the day that we will meet our baby girl, and the baby crap –er, stuff –just keeps piling up! Onesies and jammies and diapers, oh my! We spent a couple of hours in the nursery yesterday putting things away (it is shaping up to be an awesome Dr. Seuss room), unwrapping towels and blankies, and wondering where in the world is all of this stuff going to go?! This past weekend was our third baby shower, and the fourth (and final) is this upcoming weekend. I think that we now have enough adorable, ruffly little pink outfits to clothe all of the Gosslyn babies, along with some of Octomom’s as well! Seriously, I don’t think that our child will ever wear the same outfit twice – in fact, I’m thinking that we’re going to need to change her clothes two or three times per day to get them all in once! Don’t get me wrong, I am by no means complaining – we have been so incredibly blessed, and I am overwhelmed daily by the outpouring of love, support, and gifts from our friends and family. The closer that we get – six weeks out now – the more anxious that I am to meet this wondrous little creature who has been doing somersaults inside of my wife for all of these months. Today we went to the specialist and got some new ultrasound pics, and it just amazes me how we can actually get a glimpse inside of her little private world of the womb. We could see hair on her head, and little fat rolls on her back, and very chubby cheeks on either side of her tiny, little pouty lips! She will soon be here, and everything in our lives will change forever…but in a wonderful, stupendous way!
We will also meet this week with some friends who had their baby last December, just before Christmas. They are a year ahead of us, and have pointed us in the direction of doctors and such, and have now completed the second-parent adoption process in Texas. This is the portion of the story that I have been looking forward to the least – having to adopt my own child in a state that refuses to recognize not only my marriage, but my relationship. We had heard that we would have to travel to San Antonio in order to assure that an adoption will be granted, with rumors of Dallas area judges being hit-or-miss on whether or not they will allow gay men or women to adopt this way. It was a thrill and pleasant surprise to hear that our friends opted to forge ahead with their adoption in Dallas, and it was granted without an issue; so I look forward to meeting with them, as well as my BFF and attorney, to find out and get started on the process. I still get angry that I will have to adopt this child, my daughter, of whom I have been a mommy to since the moment she was conceived; but I will do what I must in order to secure things legally to make sure that she is mine.
And when things start to happen, don’t worry. Don’t stew. Just go right along. You’ll start happening too.
Oh! The Places You’ll Go!
You’ll be on your way up!
You’ll be seeing great sights!
You’ll join the high fliers who soar to high heights.
There is so much to do, and so little time left. I will soon stop working at my part-time job, and be back home in order to concentrate on my photography and other ventures, while we wait anxiously for the baby to arrive. The caesarean is booked and scheduled for November 1st, barring any unforeseen complications. We went today and got our stroller and play yard, and will order the high chair online – those things that we don’t necessarily need right away, but HAD to get once we realized that they were being clearanced out at the baby stores. Ohhhh here we go…life with a new baby. It’s about to get even MORE interesting than before!
You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.