So, DH and I have decided to get the ball rolling to adopt a child (or two). We've talked about it for over a year and we're ready to start the process. Part of that process is shoveling out the front bedroom so that it can be prepared for said child/ren. We have the space in our home for a family of eleven, literally (the previous owners had a nine kids).
So this is pretty big stuff for us. Add to that, on Sunday, while Frank and I were digging out the mess in the front bedroom (read junkroom) we started to ask each other what to do with all the baby stuff from DD7 that we kept "for the next baby" that never came. There's a lot. There's also the baby things that I bought when I was pregnant before we lost the babies. After two miscarriages I lost heart, gave up, and began working outside the home.
Well, things haven't worked out like I thought they would. For one thing, work sucks, or more accurately, I suck at my job. I'm amazed that my boss hasn't fired me by now, seriously. And I miss my life at home, a lot. We started DD in school because she was so desperately lonely, but if we have two other children at home, guess what? Homeschooling becomes viable again.
We want to adopt a child or two out of foster care. We've contacted www.adoptuskids.org, an agency network, and are waiting for the paperwork avalanche. It will take 3 to 6 months to do their homestudy,training, etc, and up to a year to get paired up with our child/ren. My dream is to adopt a pair of siblings, ages between 2 to 6 yrs. DD is ecstatic. She talks about it all the time and can't wait.
So we're clearing the bedroom, pulling out baby things, and we were trying to decide, what to do with the baby stuff? I couldn't bear to think about giving it away, so DH sat down and asked, in his quiet, serious way, "Do you want to have another baby?" And I realized, yes, I do. I'd like to at least try. I'm so much healthier now than I was a year ago, two years ago, I'm willing to try again. It may not work, but we'll give it our best shot.
I was kinda freaking out Sunday night. I had no idea that I still wanted a baby, though refusing to think about giving away the baby things should have been a big tip off, don't you think?
So, the current game plan: adopt a child (or two!), when the dust settles, try to have another baby, and homeschool the lot of 'em. I honestly had no idea that this dream was inside me, but now that it's out, I'm so happy and excited!
We haven't even told our parents yet. I need to call my mom!
So think good thoughts for us as we embark on our oddessy! And, if you'd like, say a prayer for all the children in foster care hoping to be adopted one day and be part of a "forever family".
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