DH and I, my wonderful, hard-headed, stubborn, incredible, well, you get the idea...
We've finally made progress. We had a hell of a summer. Thats actually a pretty significant understatement. DH and I actually almost got a divorce. We were seperated for a couple of weeks. We spent most of the summer in therapy.
Why, you ask?
Well, very simple. I want a child. I have a soul deep need to be a mother. DH, on the other hand, didn't feel like he was ready quite yet and was happy and content to wait another five years or so until the mood struck. Sorry hon, that dog don't hunt here. (Holy shit, did I just use one of those 'ism's that I always swore I never would? Oh God, shoot me now!)
So here we are. Fast forward to this week. We're getting close. We're talking options, we're talking time-frames, we're talking places. We're talking domestic or international.
So drumroll please
We're adopting. We are choosing to build our family through adoption. I couldn't be happier. I'm researching like crazy, and right now, we're looking at Eastern Europe.
Why are we adopting when I have a perfectly good (we think, its never been occupied) uterus? Well, I was adopted, and it was THE defining moment in my life. I have a fantastic family. My extended family, whether they realize it or not, have had their minds open to adoption. My husbands family, well, we don't know how they'll react, but as DH says, "Its not their decision."
So back to the Why of it. Its how we were meant to build our family. If we're blessed with biological children later on, then fantastic, welcome to the party! But this, this, feels right down to the tips of my toes.
I've got so much to post and so much to say, but I had to get this down. I'll collect my thoughts much better for the next post. Promise.