Well, it's been nine weeks since the day we became active. I can tell you that both of us are reacting very differently. Ted is going about his days without worry that this is going to happen sooner than later. I on the other hand have become obsessed about it. Will we find a birth mother who will be drawn to our profile? And when will it happen? I obsessively check the website to make sure our profile is still there and the daily number of waiting families. I check to see if there are any "adoption situations" that might be a match for us. I look at the forum and converse with other waiting mothers. Two of which were matched in the last few weeks. It's nice to be able to talk with others who are going just as crazy as I am. If I stay busy I don't think of it as much. But I can tell you that most of my waking hours wonder if and when we will be blessed with a child.

I made it through the holidays with hopes that this will be the last Christmas that we will have without a family of our own. Christmas isn't meant to be for adults. It's the light on a child's face when they see the tree or Santa for the first time. It's their laughter that completes the holiday. And that is one of the other things that our home lacks. The light and laughter of a child.