Halloween!

So Logan lived yesterday and I sent him to school today.  On the way home he was mad because he wasn’t finished learning yet today.  Once we got home he was fine and annoyed me much of the afternoon.  I’m making Buzz Lightyear gloves for his costume and then Seth is going to be Woody.  The baby is going as a hotdog, it’s so funny.

I guess I should say something about our family and the kids.  I magically got pregnant with Logan right before Michael and I got married.  I really never thought about ever having trouble getting pregnant, I mean I never knew anyone in real life who had.  I come from a town where all the girls got pregnant in high school! (FTR, I was 25 not in high school when I had my unplanned pregnancy!) So we had Logan, I had quite a few problems (GD, PIH, all the initials of stuff)  Then about 18 months later we started thinking about another one.  I went to a different doctor and was formally diagnosed with PCOS and told that there was pretty much no way I would ever TTC without help.  We started right away with an Evil RE and used Clomid.  And a ton of it.  Did nothing for me except almost make us divorce.  Fast forward a year, I have a lap and ovarian drilling and think that will be the magic potion.  Still nothing except wasted money.  Finally in the summer of ‘04 we are at this place selling CD’s to finance our life and the RE.  I was waiting in the car with Logan and I look next to us and it is our RE in his Mercedes.  The irony of the whole thing was crazy.  It wasn’t long after that (and a disastrous cycle) that we decided to be done and go towards adoption. 

 We started with the classes and then by the following May we had our Seth.  We adopted though the state so thought when we were ready to go again would foster to adopt since it would be “easier” than the transition we had with Seth from his foster home to us.  I think we are crazy, there is no way this is easier.  The last 10 months have been the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.  I think we must have had the hardest situations ever.  Our first foster baby, James died.  Then everything we went through with the girls and their bio family.  So hard.  I just continue to hope that we are making a difference and that someday we might see some small fruit of all of this.