Perhaps it's the lack of bulging mommy belly (won't mention daddy's bulging belly), but folks often are quite taken aback when they learn we are adopting, then the questions start. It's all cool, no problems, except one seems to stick out more than others.
What leaves us incredulous is the persistent question of gender, and folks are consistently surprised that we don't know. Heck, some folks have come across as frustrated nearly to the point of anger that they don't know the gender, perhaps because they can't buy either a cute little dress or knickers? It's just one more oddity in the adoption emotional rollercoaster.
We didn't know in advance with either of our biological children, and kept gender a surprise, but folks were much more accepting of the reproductive dice roll. For some reason, perfect strangers and friends alike seem to equate adoption as some sort of ordering process, like whipping out an L.L. Bean catalogue, and don't quite know what to make of our lack of knowledge of size, color, shape, gender, delivery time, etc. "Yes, I'll take one Asian child please, cute, 16 kilos, male, circumcized, no other missing parts, and wrapped in blue flannel." Hmmm... adoption certainly doesn't work like that. So, we chuckle, smile, nod, share, chat and make it through, and use the experience to share some more. (please pardon the rant)
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