Kellie’s Story

Since I was 3 years old and held my infant cousin Eric for the first time, I’ve wanted to be a mom. Of course, at that age I didn’t  understand how that all worked. I just knew that whatever Eric was, he was pretty swell and I wanted one.

I met my husband when I was 35 -one of those “love at first sight” things that you see in a Nora Efron film – and we were married 8 months later. We spent our first couple of years together just enjoying our life , not worrying about starting a family, even as my biological clock ticked louder and louder.

I’ve always had “problems” in that area – extremely sporadic periods, thick uterine lining, blah blah blah. I think on some level I knew that once we started trying to get pregnant, we’d quickly be moving into the world of “Assisted Reproductive Technology”. (Actually, there’s no “think” about it – I was reading infertility blogs a year before my husband and I ever started trying to conceive.) Sure enough, after several months of “trying” and three rounds of Clomid, we were knocking on the RE’s door. We had plans for an IUI, but for seven months I was unable to start a cycle because my uterine lining was “slightly too thick” for the doctor’s liking. I can’t describe the frustration as I went in hopeful every month only to be told that my body had failed once again, in yet another way. I was finally fed up last summer and after some long, heartfelt conversations with my husband we decided to go in a different direction.

We spent the winter doing everything required to become certified to adopt a child through the state of Alabama. Gosh, what an up & down, hurry up & wait process it’s been. We think (fingers crossed) that we’re done with our part after our final home visit with our spical worker earlier this week. The way I understand it, she will type up the study and forward it along to the state DHR office so we can be put into the statewide computer bank of potential adoptive parents. Who knows how long THAT process will take, given how overworked DHR social workers are, but at least we’re seeing some light at the end of the tunnel.

So, that’s the Reader’s Digest Condensed Version of my story thus far. I am anxious and hopeful and excited and scared all at the same time. Let’s hope this story has a happy ending.

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