The last thing I ever thought I would be doing was chronicling my adoption journey, but here I am, trying to make sense of the things that have happened over the past few months. I guess the best place to start is at the beginning. I was born in Atlanta in 1967..ok, I won't start that far back....
Like a lot of girls, I always knew I wanted to be a mom. That is about all I knew for sure. I never had visions of a wedding or being pregnant but I knew I would be a mom someday. Never was that belief tested so much as it has been over the past few years. The conventional approach - marriage and trying to have a baby - was not an option for me. I was single, nearing 40, and had "fertility issues". Where have you heard this story before? I know it sounds like a bad afterschool special, but the cliche was true in my case. My biological clock was ticking loudly and then ran out of batteries. Yes, I was sad for a few months when I realized that I was most likely not going to every carry a baby and have a baby biologically. I was sad because I took my fertility for granted and then felt like my body failed me. It failed me big time. But, like all difficult things in life, there was a positive to all this. It reinforced my desire to be a mother, no matter what. I started exploring adoption options, and I got really excited. I got excited because I knew I would be a mom. I knew it would take longer, but eventually, I would be a mom. That is all that mattered. I began contacting adoption agencies and looking at my options specifically to adopt internationally.
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