So, internets, during my years long down-time away from this blog, I've been trying to get pregnant in order to spread my genes out for the betterment of all society. Wait, not just me. Joel's been trying to knock me up, as well, mainly because he knows how badly I would like a little bundle of joy. Also, he understands that the world needs us to have a baby to counterbalance all those Kardashians who have been procreating as of late. The world, however, has obviously not received this memo because, well, my womb has remained uninhabited.
First, yes, we have done all the testing that has been suggested by various doctors. I even let someone shoot contrast all up in my bajingo to make sure everything was all clear up there. If you've never undergone this procedure, I will tell you that it was extremely invasive but excruciatingly painful (the best of both worlds!). End result: my hoo-ha and all related machinery is in working order. From what we can tell, I'm ovulating and Joel's junk seems to be doing what it needs to do... it's just that nothing happens.
So, after a while, I thought maybe adoption would be the way to go. After all, I am not getting any younger and I'm a bit concerned about having a geriatric pregnancy and the complications that come along with it. Read: I don't want to be on bed rest for months or get gestational diabetes or, I don't know, DIE. That would be no bueno for me or Joel, as he insists that he would like me to be alive for a while longer.
When I started thinking about adoption, I asked a friend of mine who had recently adopted about the agency they used, because their daughter is adorable and they seemed to have nothing but good things to say about the process. Can you guess what I found out? Adoption is expensive, yo. Really, I knew it would cost some money, but when I saw that it would cost almost my yearly salary to adopt through that agency, I was kind of crestfallen. We just couldn't afford it. I want a baby, but I didn't feel comfortable going even deeper into debt than we already are. I hope that doesn't make me sound like a complete d-bag, but it's the truth.
After looking around at other agencies, I found one I thought would work. I read through the testimonials of families and birth mothers and they all provided glowing reviews. Then, I took the first steps of filling out an application for them to review and sat back, feeling sure that they couldn't refuse us! We have been married for almost 6 years, we're stable, we have good jobs and no criminal history. No one was more surprised than I when I received an e-mail saying that they would not be accepting our application. It wasn't until I re-read the information on the website that I realized that this agency was kind of... Christ-y. The birthmothers all said they want their child to be placed in a Christian home. The adoptive parents all made sure to say that they were religious and would be raising their child in a Christian home. When I filled out the application form, I was completely honest and said that both Joel and I were raised Mormon but neither of us practices any type of formal religion. Unless drinking wine and watching Toddlers & Tiaras is a religion. Then I might just be the pope, you guys.
This is the only reason I can think of that they wouldn't even consider helping us adopt and it has me kind of bewildered. No, we won't be raising a child, whether adopted or not, in any religion, but I don't think this really has any bearing on what kind of parents we would be. Does it really matter that much? What do you think?