Isn’t it amazing what happens you ask an adoption agency for your money back? I had previously shared that we were considering using a different adoption agency after our previous bad experience. Well, the money that we used to pay for the adoption was costing us in interest, and interest on that amount of money is no small fee. We decided we would find the cash in a less liquid asset since we had the luxury of time now, so we asked the adoption agency for a portion of the money back. There is a division of fees, portion “a” is for the adoption agencies services and to cover their costs for the search, and portion “b” is to pay for the actual adoption once you’ve been chosen by a birth mom. We asked for portion “b” to be returned. The agency made all the noises that sounded like they were moving forward to comply with our request, but it was taking some time. Michelle called yesterday to ask about the progress on getting a check to us and they said that the person who needed to sign the check since it was a large sum, was in a different state and on vacation. Hmmmm. Then, lo and behold, we get a call today about a birth mother having tenatively chosen us. She (the birth mother) had some additional questions for us, which Michelle answered. So, at this point we don’t know if we are selected or not, but the likelyhood is greater today than it was yesterday.
As you might imagine, we are both gunshy, and so we are trying not to get our hopes up. What we do know is this one is also a boy. He is in West Virginia. (am I the only one who starts hearing John Denver’s “Country Roads” in my head when you hear the phrase West Virginia?) His mother is white, 5’8″ dark hair and hazel eyes, his father is African American. She did not drink or use drugs during the pregnancy, but she did smoke. The father has not signed the papers relinquishing his rights yet, but we are told that he definitely will do so. Michelle and I are resolved not to set foot in the car until he does sign. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.
You now know what we know. I will post more details as I learn them.
Country roads, take me home, to the place I belooooooooong West Virginia, mountain mama, take me home, country roads.
HA, now it is stuck in your head too.