Today is my 44^th birthday.

Sometimes I ask myself what in the world I am thinking adopting babies at my age. I will be in my early 60s when this next child graduates from high school.

This isn’t how I planned things. When I was still single at age 35, I pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I would never have children. The health risks increase for mom and baby once mom reaches age 35. There wasn’t even a man on the radar, so I just assumed it wasn’t meant to be. Continue reading →

I made a phone call today.

I made the same call two and a half years ago when, after attending a seminar put on by the agency we would go with, my husband Jeff and I decided to move forward with adopting our first child.

We are ready to do it again.

Like many adoptive parents, we went the adoption route after years of infertility struggles. We could get pregnant; my body just wouldn’t sustain the pregnancies. I had two miscarriages (and would later have a third), during the first of which I found out I had a uterine anomaly. We started working with a fertility doctor in early 2014, and I had surgery that spring to correct the issue with my uterus. About seven months and three unsuccessful IUIs later, my husband and I were faced with the question, where do we go from here? Continue reading →