How much Macey is too much Macey?

That's the question that's been circling around in my little head.  When I was visibly pregnant, it was an obvious topic of conversation.   Even strangers would engage in the "So, how far along are you?" or  "Do you know if you're having a boy or a girl?" talk at the supermarket check out lane.  But this time there's no belly, it only comes up because I bring it up, and more and more lately I have found myself wondering if I'm being totally obnoxious about it.  I've noticed a couple of people specifically who seem turned off when the discussion goes there.  It all makes me wonder how much discussion of our adoption and of little Macey, is too much?

In the early days I was really uncomfortable talking about the adoption. It took us a while to nail down which country so that we could then start the second round of the paper chase.  We weren't sure how long the process was going to take us, and/or how long it would take to get matched with a child.  We were supposed to do the special needs checklist.  (Thankfully we cheated the system on that one!)  It also just took us a while to find our own level of comfort with it.  Once we decided to move forward with Macey, it then became a whole lot easier and more comfortable to talk about. There was finally a level of certainty and a subject whom we could discuss.  From my point of view, I now have a daughter!  Imagine yourself having a conversation about your family or your life and not mentioning one of your kids.  It wouldn't happen.  Unless your kid was being a shit head that day, then maybe you'd skip over him or her.  But really, in an everyday conversation, somehow, some way, your kids make a showing.  And if they don't then you're a crappy mom or dad!  Kidding.

There is also the case of having to explain to someone that we're adopting.  Believe it, or not, there are still acquaintances and new friends who aren't aware we're adopting. It happened just the other day. A new friend was asking how old our kids are and if we're going to have any more.  I had to let her in on it!  As I started to explain the adoption, there were a couple of people who I think may have turned their backs, and if that isn't actually what happened, it's what they wanted to do judging from the annoyance I could read on their faces and the direction in which their eyes looked (up and around, which I think = rolling).

I'm not an attention hog. If I was, I would say more of what I type out loud and to someone!  Or more of what I think.  I also don't bring up the adoption or Macey out of context.

You:  "So, what do you guys have planned for Memorial Day weekend?"

Me: "Oh did I tell you, we're adopting!  Well, not on Memorial Day weekend, but whatever.  Yeah, so we have a little girl!  She's almost 20 months old.. diarrhea of the mouth, diarrhea of the mouth, yadda, yadda, yadda."

You:  "Who cares?  I asked you about Memorial Day weekend, freak!"

See, that would be weird.

I only talk about Macey when she comes up naturally.  She's my daughter and I think about her all the time and can't help but want to share my excitement with anyone and everyone. Oh and maybe I've mentioned this before:  I talk too much!  Way too much!  So if you think I talk about the adoption or Macey too much, that's par for the course. I also talk about my other kids too much as well as telling anyone and everyone that my husband hucked a ball (a grounder, I should mention) in the backyard, busting out the glass in the door to our bedroom and that a few weeks ago I sent him an email at work with the subject line forget the bathroom, let's go to Hawaii and all about the little cottage I found on the beach in Maui.  (I may have a smidge of a.d.d.)  If you've seen me in the last hour, or the last day, you've heard about all of this stuff.  That's just me.  Diarrhea of the mouth and of the fingertips.  I have an uncanny ability to babble and mumble simultaneously. I brag too much.  I make sarcastic comments that I think are clever jokes.  I over share.  When you can fit in as many words in a day as I can, you're bound to include too many about anything and everything.  The translation is up to you, I suppose.  Just a guarantee, however, there is no deeper meaning.

So at the end of the day I've come to conclude that there never could be too much Macey. I wouldn't be a good mommy if I didn't think about my little girl and talk about her as if she wasn't a million miles and 4 months away.  Let's face it folks, there are only a few people in this world who give a crap about her, so if you get tired of hearing about her or about this process, just consider all the talking about your kids that your parents, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends do on a daily basis. I guarantee your kid gets way more attention than mine does. The only difference is that mine is concentrated into one little blabbermouthing bottle.  Cut a girl some slack, eh!