Today, my husband and I took the first step toward adoption. We attended a local adoption fair, put on by resolve.org. There were agencies, adoption lawyers, support groups, and case workers present to help answer questions and, of course, sell their services. But hey, if they are going to help us find our baby, I'll pay 'em. Gladly.
It was actually a very beneficial event for us to attend. We found a lawyer that we like a lot and also found an agency that felt comfortable. The agency has a free information session coming up and we're going to attend. We scheduled a free consult with the attorney. There was also a panel on peoples' experience with adoption and a very nice lady who adopted in December 2006 was there. Afterward, I asked her if she would mind e-mail correspondance when I had questions. Turns out that they live less than ten minutes from us and she was so sweet, offering all sorts of good suggestions and even offering to show us their online profile that got them their 10 month old son.
I think we are definitely on the path. We are going to continue to work with our RE, but I think it is time to open ourselves up to new options. It feels good. I am a person of action. I need to be moving forward. For the first time in a long time, I feel that we are putting one foot in front of the other, not just stalled in one place.
But now the reason for my title. Sometimes, stupid fertiles and their superior attitudes can really put a kink in a girl's day. My husband had to use the restroom, so we stepped outside into the atrium outside of the fair. I should also mention that this took place at a hospital that is known for their maternity department. Across the hall was a Getting Ready For Baby Class. As I was waiting, sitting on a bench looking over the fliers that I had gathered, I watched as pregnant couple after pregnant couple walked by. Apparently, it was the first class and they didn't know exactly where Room 107 was. They would stop outside the Adoption Fair and then realize that their room was around the corner. You would not believe some of the things that I heard these fertiles say as they realized their mistake and hustled off to babyland. Remember that there were refreshments being served in the atrium for the Adoption Fair, so potential adoptive couples were milling around. These sentences were said at a normal conversational level or one of those fakey stage whispers. You would have had to have been deaf not to hear them.
A few of the winners deserve to be mentioned here so that our collective blood can boil together:
Husband to wife, "Wow, I'm glad that we don't have to worry about adoption. What a pain in the ass."
Wife to husband, "Oh. This isn't our room. This is for people that can't have babies."
Wife to husband, "I don't think this is it. There aren't any pregnant women here." Her husband sees the sign proclaiming the Adoption Fair and replies, "There aren't any pregnant women because they have to adopt their babies."
Husband to wife, "Why do they need an adoption fair? The hospital should support the people that are actually having babies."
Yeah. I hope these people have health babies and all that jazz. But I really hope that they got a speeding ticket, a hair in their lunch, or maybe even a hemorrhoid or two today. I really do.