Well, cyber-friends. I haven't had that much time yet in blog-land to give you the low-down on where we have been and where we are now in our pursuit of parenthood. So here's the Reader's Digest version:
After we had the miscarriage in April, (Echhh.) I was in a fog. Depressed, but still holding out hope that we had achieved a pregnancy (finally) and with a little help from our friend Clomid (bitch) we would be pregnant again very soon. The first one, I reasoned, was the dry-run. The warm-up. At least, that's what I told myself on the days I was feeling reasonably ok, and not curled up in a ball, crying my eyes out. But, we didn't get lucky a second time. After a few months, I decided it was time to see a specialist. That brings us to Dr. A. Hole. Now, the visit to Doc. Hole really deserves its very own, very detailed post. Because, it is a very prominent day in the arc of my infertility story. But, for now, I want to bring y'all up to speed on the current goings-on. Suffice it to say, that after our visit to Infertility-R-Us Clinic, we decided we would move on next to adoption. Infertility treatments were a gamble at best, and I was already fragile and devastated from the miscarriage. I was not sure I was ready to put my body and psyche through what I knew would be a very bumpy ride. One that might lead to a dead-end. We couldn't take any more disappointments.
So, a few days later we called the adoption agency. We had already started investigating adoption agencies before I got pregnant. Now we dusted off the literature and made the call. We received the paperwork, sent a huge check for their initial retainer, and then...I dragged my feet. It was not intentional--it wasn't that I didn't want to adopt. Mister and I had always talked about adopting children (Mister is adopted). It's just that in my dreams, the picture was different: I would conceive a child with Mister, the love of my life. We would try and have another close to number one, and then...when the time was right... adopt a third. I just wasn't ready to let go. And, I was grieving. Grieving the very real baby that I had lost, and not ready to change my focus to the very (seemingly) un-real, unknown, fantasy 'Birthmother' out there in the ether, with all her ability to get knocked up without even trying, who would (how, I couldn't fathom) be willing to 'give' us her baby. I wasn't ready to let go of my fertility, either. It just wasn't fair. (How could I be INFERTILE?) I was angry. I was pissed. And, I was stuck.
But, looking back, I think I get it. There were a few things that, for whatever reason, I had to move through. I had to get through the birth of my sister-in-law's baby, who was conceived only a couple of weeks before ours. I had to get through my due date (why do they have to tell you your due date the very first time you go to the doctor?). That was November 11th. Then, I had to brace myself for the Holidays. Thanksgiving was the worst. I was supposed to have a little baby to be Thankful for that year. I didn't and I wasn't.
That's not to say that nothing was moving forward. We did little things here and there. We got fingerprinted. We started the home study process. But nothing happened lightening fast. Each tiny task seemed exhausting, and the remaining pile of paperwork loomed larger than life. Overwhelming.
We just couldn't do Christmas. For the first time ever, Mister and I went away on vacation over Christmas, and just called it in.
Then, as the new year approached, I was suddenly determined. I couldn't control what my body would or would not do, but god help me, I was not going to spend another Christmas buying presents for every body else's babies. Fuck that!
We got all our paperwork together in January and finished our home study. We took more photos to send to the adoption agency so they could start building our profile. We wrote our Dear Birthmother Letter. Phew! When it was all in, I felt relieved. Now, I thought, it's up to fate. It's totally out of my hands. Let the waiting begin.
Having no idea how long we would have to wait, I started also investigating our options around infertility treatments. I was feeling a renewed sense of optimism, and wanted to be open to all the possibilities. There is a child meant to come to us somehow, I thought. We'll give every possibility a chance. I read books on Traditional Chinese Medicine and how it deals with infertility. I started taking care of myself a little bit better. I stopped drinking caffeine (oh my dear friend), I stopped drinking alcohol (oh, my other dear friend) --though I must be honest and admit I made an exception for my birthday--the evil #35--on the 10th of this month, and for V-day. I stopped eating refined sugar and white flour (and lost those pesky 5 pounds or so that have been hanging out around my midsection). Anyway, I figured, if by some miracle, I do get pregnant, AND we get picked by a Birthmother in the same year? Double-blessed.
So, last Friday morning, feeling somewhat grumpy, (I have not been sleeping well, not for a long time) the Mister said, "I've got something to cheer you up!" He brought his laptop over to the bathroom where I was brushing my teeth. (Oh, God, I thought, please not baby pictures, emailed from your family!--But, Mister would not be so dumb, I promise). "Our adoption profile is up on the adoption website!" I almost swallowed my toothpaste. That did cheer me up. And fill me with dread. It's done, I thought. Now we wait for fate. And fate has not been so kind to us so far.
Well, we waited, all right. Nine whole hours. When I got home from work, the adoption agency called. I was not surprised to hear from them. We had had a small snag with our home study (they wanted us to go to yet one more seminar before they'd give it the final ok) and they probably wanted to get an update, since our profile was up and running.
Uh, OHMYGOOOOOD! There was a Birthmother they wanted to present us to!! Due in the end of March!!
Um, okay, we said--sure! Present us to her! (Gasp! Gulp!) The adoption counselor said she would send the Birthmom our profile to look at. Apparently, every other couple she had picked, turned out to be already picked by someone else. The adoption counselor said the Birthmom was looking for some pretty specific criteria. First of all being a couple that was young. (This one made my gulp a little bit, in light of my recent milestone birthday on February 10th.) She said she would present us to her, and then call us back over the weekend, after the Birthmother had had time to think, and then get back to her with her decision.
She called back. 30 minutes later.
Birthmom thought we were (her words) PERFECT!
Now, there's nothing that can really relay how it feels to have someone tell you, they think you are the 'perfect' people to receive the most amazing thing anyone could EVER. EVER! give you. That they think somehow by looking at your goofy grins in a few photos, and by reading your DBM letter, that you somehow, they are pretty sure, have what it takes to raise their baby. Holy smokes. That's some good shit. I may never know what it's like again to see two lines on a pregnancy stick, but being "picked" is a pretty awesome feeling too. One I'll never forget.
Now, that being said, let's not all get too excited. We have yet still to have our arranged phone "meeting" with the Birthmom. She could, for some reason, find us not what she had hoped, and change her mind. And, of course, she could change her mind later, too. Like when she sets eyes on that beautiful baby. We are aware of this. We don't want to count our chickens before they're hatched, so to speak. But boy, (and that reminds me--she's having a boy!) it feels really great to hope again.
I'll keep you posted.