Cake and Babies

I just returned from a shower we had during in-service today, for three of my very pregnant co-workers. I was happy to go, but knew it would only be a matter of time before people started to speculate on when I would be getting pregnant. Fortunately, the only other two childless women in the school were sitting with me at the shower, to help take the heat off. I was actually told that the three of us are referred to as "the next crop". I was cornered in my seat by several other people, and my only route of escape seemed to be right by the huge sheet cake I was trying to avoid (holiday weight, you know). So, I endured it all with a smile, reminding myself that everyone had good intentions. It has gotten a little harder to be at baby showers, etc., knowing that I will never be pregnant. I think I need to start announcing my adoption intentions when I am questioned about getting pregnant, even though we are a few years away from getting going on it, and it really isn't everyone's business. To be honest, thinking about adopting keeps me from feeling bad about not getting pregnant about 90% of the time. Also, seeing other people so happy about being pregnant makes me happy most of the time too. I guess it's ok to be a little sad though, every once in a while. At least I didn't eat the sheet cake. One hurdle at a time, I suppose.