In 2008, I set out on a path to motherhood.
It didn’t quite go as planned…
In the last 8 years, I have been pregnant, lost our baby, been pregnant again, lost our baby, found out I had a blood disorder, got pregnant again, lost our baby, trained for a marathon, decided to adopt, got sick and found out I was born with one kidney, sold our house to find out that we only owned half of the property and had to buy half of our house back so we could actually sell it, moved, got pregnant and had a miracle baby, moved again, found out our adoption agency was closing, moved to California, found out our new adoption agency was closing, moved again, received a referral for our son, found out he was incredibly ill, moved again, spent a year thinking we would lose our son, finally went to Ethiopia and brought him home, moved to Wisconsin and moved yet again.
6 year long adoption process.
2 adoption agency closures.
And now, here I am.
Trying to make sense of all of it…