Dear Georgia, I am not pregnant

So, an announcement of sorts. We are beginning paperwork for adoption. That shouldn't really come as a surprise to anyone who lurks around Flotsam and Jetsom. I told you I was going to do something about it... :)

Now, adopting is something that we've talked about for years. At one point, post-twins, pre-Toby, we even ordered a zillion promo packets from adoption agencies, and I bought all the books at Half-Price on the subject, and starting reading adoption sites and birthmother blogs and so on. It came up pretty quick that not only was adoption insanely expensive, it was really really complicated and we weren't old enough, or deep enough, or wealthy enough to do it. So we shelved it in our hearts.

Until we moved to Kansas City, and made friends with some wonderful insane people. These insane people are also missionaries, also living on impossibly small incomes, also prone to move across the country and the world because of dreams. Our kinda people :) Oh, and they have been adopting, one, two, three, more babies.

I started dreaming again. If they can do it, then we can do it. So I've been praying, and waiting, and giving up hope, and waiting, and now it's time, and the MOG is ready. I don't know what is involved, totally, although I've read a lot. And I don't know what's going to be necessary, financially, and how it's all going to work.

What I do know is, we're going for it.