Dear Future Children

Another month has come and gone and I am still not pregnant. We finally have an appointment to a fertility specialist after the GP's office totally messed it up. We have done all the preliminary tests, but to be honest I don't really trust the GP. All they do is order a test and read the results off a computer screen. I would prefer to see the ultrasound myself or know the doctor has seen the video with their own eyes. I know I have mentioned before that I am not a fan of socialized medicine (NHS in England), but this really is annoying having to wait so long for an appointment to a fertility specialist.

I haven't mentioned that a few months back Dave and I went to an adoption information night. It was pretty painful, the lady that interviewed us was not a nice person. She basically told us that we didn't qualify yet. It really felt like we were being discriminated against because I am American, we are Mormon, and because we didn't live together before we were married. I called my Mom afterward to complain about how mean the lady was. We haven't made any decision about adoption. They have a crazy system here on how to place a child, I won't get into details, but one thing for sure we will not be adopting in England.

In another blog I follow, the wife writes "Dear Future Children" posts every once in a while. They are really cute. So this is my post to our future children:

Dear Future Kids

Can't wait to meet you!

Love, Mom w