Life is a journey...

A friend suggested the other day that I create blog to document our journey through the "Roads of Adoption". I had to admit it was a good idea. I mean one day, we might want to look back and remember this time and I am sure we will want to remember it accurately. So what better way then to document all of our comings and goings through this process than to create a Blog. At the very least I know our future child will appreciate reading all about the adventures of their Adoption Story.
This process sure isn't for the faint of heart or the weak willed. I have to tell you I have never worked or researched so hard, then since we got the adoption ball rolling. But I also know that nothing will have a bigger pay off in the end. So is it worth it? God Yes!!!
Two and half years ago, my husband and I 'started trying' for a family. I mean everyone else was doing it, so it seemed like the logical thing to do. Not to say, we had not given it much thought, but we were brazen and cocky about the whole process. All of our friends were getting pregnant by just looking at each other, so I mean how hard could it be? Once we were pregnant we would have 9 months to figure it all out, right? Well after 6 months of trying with no success, we decided to seek some outside help. 'Welcome to the world of infertility....fastened your seatbelt cause it's going to be a bumpy ride.' Needles, and probes, doctors and nurses, appointments after appointment, calling in sick to work, hormone induced arguments...the fun just never seemed to end. Until one day (after ten UIU's, 18 timed intercourse sessions, four attempted IVFs, one chemical pregnancy and a partridge in a pear tree - WE QUIT-WE SURRENDER - YOU WIN! We threw in the "Infertility Proverbial Towel" so to speak. It had all been too much, and was not worth the toll it was taking on my body, my health and my marriage. Everyone has a "LINE" and we had crossed it. We needed to find our way back before the line got so far away we could no longer see it.
We mourned for many months, even considered giving it one more "kick at the can". Cause like any addiction, you believe the next time could be the answer to "eternal happiness". But in the end we knew that a biological child would not be for us. After all my husband was adopted, and so is my sister-in -law, heck even some of my best friends were adopted, so would it be so terrible to start our family that way. It took careful thought, and in the end I simply was not ready to wrap my head around the whole thing... Until one day I was cleaning out 'our future nursery', when I came across my husbands baby book. In it was a letter from his 'Birth Mother' explaining why she was forced to give him up. It was the age old story, (too young, no job, not sure if she loved the birth father) and then something incredible happened to me. I read what his adoptive mother had wrote...how excited they were when they got the call, how she was going to name him "Paul" just cause she liked the name,what a mild tempered and content baby he was. You could feel the love written in those pages, see it in the pictures of them as a family. It was then and there that I knew that it didn't matter how our baby came to us, as long as we were able to have a baby. I believed in my heart of hearts that I could love a strangers child as much as I could love my own. I rushed down stairs and said to Paul, "Lets do it! Lets adopt our baby!"