Funny how that happens!

So let’s recap the last few months…

April: Hubby and I get a loan to pay for adoption services from Catholic Charities and begin taking classes to get licensed to foster/adopt. We can’t afford infant adoption because we’ve exhausted our savings and equity on fertility treatments and a previously failed adoption. This is our last chance.

May: After beginning the whole process that requires more soul-baring than a papsmear, our Adoption worker FINALLY tells us that CC is in a lawsuit with the state of Illinois because they refuse to allow same-sex couples to adopt through their program and the state had just adopted a Civil Unions law. We continue taking the classes required of us.

June: CC assures us that we will be able to adopt through them. We are a little panicky, but we trudge forth hoping we will be parents soon.

July: CC loses its fight, all hell breaks loose, and no one can tell us what’s happening. We are getting fed up with not having answers, but plod forward with the classes we paid for because we have no other alternatives financially.

Mid-July: My uterus decides to have a massive fit, and I panic because somewhere deep inside, I thought there might be a chance of having our own child somewhere down the line.

Early August: Uterus is on the brinks again. We finish classes, get licensed, get approved by state. Our adoption worker keeps us going but can’t seem to tell us exactly what the final verdict in court means for our adoption hopes.

Mid-August: Uterus has complete breakdown…enough to send us screaming and we have to deal with incensitive dickhead doctor who basically chastises me for not having children and blames this for why I’m bleeding like a stuck pig. My regular OB/GYN recommends an IUD to control the uterus issues. Hubby and I have never wanted to miss the “chance” of a miracle, but I am out of options—either I get an IUD to regulate my uterus’s heinous expulsions or I risk anemia and having a period every 10 days.

Almost the end of August: We give up hope of having a child of our own. I schedule appointment for IUD and privately mourn another loss.

Almost the end of August (literally…the very same day): My co-worker comes bounding through the door of my office to tell me she just talked with a woman who asked if my co-worker knew anyone interested in adoption. She tells her about me, and I call to talk to the woman more. Her daughter is 16 and pregnant, and she wants to give the baby up for adoption, but she wants an open adoption (so do we!!!). We are all on the same page about what we want!

Early September: We have only one obstacle…finances. We have exhausted all loan possibilities, our savings and home equity. Funny how we literally had to hit rock bottom to find the miracle. We’re working on craft projects now to sell as fundraisers, and we’re scrambling to find an attorney who will take payments (talked to one the other day who was very sympathetic and knew some friends of mine who would vouch for us).

I beg for your prayers, thoughts, positive energy, etc. to be sent our way that we can sell enough crafts to bring this little miracle home when he or she is born in January.