According to Plan.

I am a self proclaimed control freak. My husband doesn't realize it, but I have planned our lives exactly to my liking... where he works, where we live, how we spend our money, who pays the bills, where we vacation, what we eat... all of it has gone exactly according to my plan. (to see this in print makes me feel horrible!)

You can imagine my distress when I realized that I had NO control over whether or not we were able to have a baby. Sure, I could try my best. I planned to be pregnant with in three months of our wedding, and that much I could do. We were married in late August and I found out I was pregnant on Thanksgiving Day. I was very pleased with how things were working out. Sadly, I wasn't able to carry this baby, or several after her, to term.

Over dinner and a few glasses of wine, I convinced my husband that we should adopt and we needed to do it quickly. The next day, I took control of my situation and quickly became an expert on the fastest, most efficient way to adopt a child. It didn't matter to me if the child was a boy or a girl, Black, White, Asian, Hispanic, or Indian; I just wanted a baby.

One week later, we had our first visit from our Social Worker. I was nervous because I had know idea what a Home Study entailed. It turned out to be pretty harmless. We filled out paperwork, talked about which type of adoption was best for us, he took a quick tour of the house, and that was it. Two more visits from the social worker, massive amounts of paperwork, and two FBI clearances later, we were all set to go. I think our entire home study process took 6 weeks from beginning to end.

It seemed inevitable to me that we would be matched quickly. Our family profile was great and I think it did a good job of showing how much love we had to give a child. One month after we sent our application and family profile to an agency, I called to see how things were going. The office assistant politely informed me that our profile had not been shown yet, but that it should happen soon. I called every month after and to this day, that agency has still not shown our profile to any one. When I chose this agency, they said that most of their African American and Biracial adoptions happen within 3-9 months. It has now been 9 months and we haven't heard a word.

Luckily, I am not the type of girl that just sits back and waits. The countless hours staring at my computer, and calling every agency I came across paid off. As I write this, my baby is sleeping in the other room. Sometimes, I day dream about the moment that our first agency will call and say "We have a match!" I believe it will happen, and who knows...?