It's the Weekend at BSOD ♥

Today's Beautiful Bump Picture comes from bff Nancy.  Nancy's baby was adopted so this is her "bump" picture ❤  We love it Nancy!!

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Today's friend of the show is Rachael at:

http://www.fit4lifeprogrammes.com/

Rachael does online personal training!  Perfect for new and busy moms!!

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Today's featured birth story is an adoption story told by the birth mother.

            When I was 16, I became pregnant by Scott.  We had been together for four years and thought we would be together forever.  But isn't that how it goes!  He got some money together and took me to an abortion clinic.  They had recently started a program in my state where anyone coming for an abortion had to have a half hour of counseling before the procedure would be done.  I went in for the counseling and failed miserably.  Of course, I knew I was going to fail.  I did not want to have the abortion done anyway.  So, we drove the two and a half hours home.  He said to call another place and we would try again next week at another clinic.  In the meantime, my mother found out and said that she would take me to have the abortion done.  She was so mad at me she couldn't even speak.  So to appease my mom, I made another appointment.  When I talked to them at the clinic, they said that they only do abortions up to 12 weeks.  I never told my mom, so we went to the clinic the next week.  They then told my mom that they could not perform the procedure because I was too far along.  They only do abortions to 12 weeks, I was 13 weeks.  We went home and my mom stewed on it for a couple days and then came to me and said, "You made this problem, so now you are going to have to go through with having this kid and the pain of it."  

        In the next couple weeks, I dropped out of full-time school and went to a half-day program that my school had going for the pregnant girls.  It was my senior year, so I really wanted to finish school.  I went to the doctor a lot and talked with Scott to figure what we were going to do.  My step dad said if I kept the baby, I could not live there.  I'd have to move out.  Scott never told his family.  Then about three months before my due date, I met a lady from the Family Services who did classes on childcare for newborns.  I still did not know what I was going to do, so I went.

          At one point, I got to talk to her alone and asked her about adoption.  She then told me all about it and we did a lot of talking then for the next couple of weeks.  At about eight weeks before the due date, I decided I was going to do the adoption.  I got together with the lady (Karen) and I looked at about 20 profiles of families waiting for a baby.  I knew as soon as I picked up Paula and Doug's profile that they were the ones I wanted to meet.  They had a cabin in the woods, dogs, a big house, and were waiting for 11 years for a baby.  They were fairly young and he was a blond and she a brunette (the opposite of me and Scott.)

          The day came when we were to meet them.  I was so SCARED!!!!!  When we got to the agency, I found out that they had been there for almost an hour already.  I was even more terrified.  Karen came and got us and we went in to meet them.  I walked in the room and knew I'd have to meet no other prospective parents.  They were down to earth.  I loved them and knew they would take care of my child the way I wanted to, but couldn't.  These were the ones.  Seven and a half weeks later, I had a beautiful brown-haired, blue eyed, 8lb, 10oz baby boy.

          He was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen.  So innocent and pure; SO NOT MINE!  And then it set in.  I would not take this wonderful creature home with me.  I would leave; he would go with someone else, and I would not see him again for at least 18 years.  

          In the meantime my mother had called Scott's mother, and she came in to the delivery room and yanked "Darren" out of my arms and sat and cried with him.  I was so mad.  She had nothing to do with the pregnancy and these choices and now she thought she could hog MY BABY up, and say mean things to me.  I came to find out that she had known.  She was waiting for one of us to tell her.  She said she would help us if we wanted to keep him, but I told her that I made a promise and that was it.  She thrust the baby back at me, and I have not talked to her since. (Scott and I are not together anymore.)  My mother cried over him also.  He was born on a Monday morning 10:26 a.m.  I was allowed to see him until I left the hospital.  I had him every minute I possibly could.  Then Tuesday came and the doctor said I could leave if I wanted and go home.  

I held "Darren" now Connor in my arms for the last time Tuesday evening at 7:16 p.m.  I cried as if I had never cried before in my life.  I went home and cried for days.  I have healed by now.  I know that this gift was the greatest gift of love I could have even given anyone and for that I know I am a great, unselfish person.