I have known since I was a teen I wanted to adopt, I didn't know it would be my only option. I only discovered that after several ectopic pregnancies and 6 years of trying to conceive, good thing my husband's not perfect. I by no means am complaining, I love my daughter and can't wait to add more. I do not think I could do all the pregnancy thing and secretly think I never really wanted to. Glad I don't have to witness it either. I am perfectly content to have anyone else do that part, I have enough trouble with my weight and body image. I have great respect for any woman who can and does it, I just do not want to. I love my daughter's Mother and we are great friends, I do not feel her only contribution to our daughter was birth. She continues to be a huge part of my life and our daughter's. I love open adoption and hope we are able to have some openess with our next children's family, whoever they may be.

I guess I need to start at our first attempt to have a child. Three months into my relationship with my now husband I became pregnant and he wanted to get married. I on the other hand was "holding" out b/c I didn't want to get married just b/c I was pregnant. Turns out the pregnancy was in the tube and not viable. Now I was ready to get married. Somehow the loss of the baby or the drugs who knows, I proposed. He accepted and we were married a couple of months later in his parents back yard. His Mother planned everything, all I had to do was show up. The groom was hung over from earlier in the day and dressed like Tiny Tim. My sisters said my dress looked like I should be running through a field in a douche commercial so my Mom thought it would be funny to put a douche in the middle of my bouquet. I saw it after I started down the aisle and yelled, "There's a douche in my bouquet!" Everyone was laughing. Not you typical sweet wedding but it worked.

As you can probably guess, we had little money, hence the MIL doing and paying for everything. Pookie and I decided our gift to each other would be a secret inscription on the bands we designed. We had to wait until we were married to see the inscription. You can imagine the anticipation, we would wear this thing FOREVER, right? The moment the minister announced we were husband and wife we forgot to kiss, we ripped our rings off to read the inscriptions. Mine said, "To my one true love, Your Man." I was not so sweet, his read, "Sucker." He claims he was tricked! Ten years later, we are still together. He still drives me crazy. Not always the good kind.