The hardest decision of my life

Today, at 11 weeks pregnant, I decided that I need to find a family for my unborn.

While I could without a doubt “make it work” I feel in my gut that this child deserves a cozy home where he or she is free to dream and grow up learning how to be humble, learn how to be kind, loving, and have feelings of security. These are things I want to provide but simply can’t provide right now. We would be scraping by, just the two of us.

There are so many single moms out there and I respect each and every one of you, hands down! As I type this in tears I know in my gut there is a perfect family who, for unexplained reasons, are experiencing infertility and only dream of getting a call from their adoption specialist that they were chosen and have a baby on the way.

This is very very emotional for me but this is the right choice for the child. I imagine the mom having a cute garden out back, always making salsa or something, and the dad in his garage showing this child all the tools he used to build their family house haha.

Knowing this child will be loved tremendously is giving me happiness I’ve never felt before.