Coming out about adoption

Yesterday we had a party in my son’s daycare class where all the parents were invited. It was nice to meet the other parents. And I spent a good portion of time talking about adoption without feeling odd. First, one mother commented on my son’s hair (OK, they all did) and asked if the old wives tale about babies with lots of hair and reflux was true. I had never heard that before and responded that he didn’t have bad reflux. And then she said that the old wives tale is about me having reflux while pregnant. So I had to explain that I wasn’t pregnant, but it seemed natural to fit that into the conversation. Another baby in the class is adopted and so we shared stories. And since one parent had already known that I was trying to breastfeed, we got into induced lactation and other parents wanted to hear about that.

I am at this odd place now where it is starting to feel natural to talk about my son being adopted at relevant times (as when someone assumes I was pregnant like this party) but then afterwards spend a large amount of time going over the conversation in my head. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t bring up the adoption all the time, but there are times when it seems appropriate and odd to let someone assume I was pregnant. But it seems weird that it seems so natural at the moment, but then I spend so much time thinking about it. I don’t know, I guess this is all just new to get used to.