It's hard to believe that I am turning 34 next month. 34 is the age I promised I would start pursuing the whole adoption thing, knowing that it may take years. Thing is, 34 came rather quickly - and truth be told, it's freaking me out a bit. John and I are still uncertain about them overall, and we're still nowhere near ready for kids, but the reality is that we want the choice - and so we have to start the process soon.
I was hoping that our lives would've been a bit different by now... but circumstances have been what they've been. The economy totally threw us for a loop, something we were completely under-prepared for but learned from, however we're still picking up the pieces. Essentially, we couldn't afford to have kids right now even if we wanted to. Everyone says you just "figure it out," but I'm not sure if I believe that. We're still struggling to pay off debt we racked up trying to keep a house we wound up having to sell - and are still trying to create a financial cushion for ourselves as well, just in case we both find ourselves in precarious unemployment scenario once again.
It's a lot to process, but I think I'm going to stick to my guns on the promise of getting started this year, so that we can, at the very least, have it going, regardless of what we ultimately decide.
