The people that got us through

I am a suffering miserable mess. D gave me his bird flu and it sucks big time. It is the strangest illness I think I have ever had. I have a sore throat that is killing me. I can barely swallow, open my mouth or speak. There is crap in my sinuses, but no sinus headache. All that crap is running into my already sore throat and it also feels like someone is sitting on my chest. Fortunately the joint pain has subsided for the moment. Last night my feet hurt so bad I could barely walk. I am sorry sweetheart for not being sympathetic when you were sick.

So with the illness returns the lack of sleep. Did you know we have a pack of wild coyotes in our area? Oh yeah. Fun times at 2 am.

While laying awake I started thinking. I realized that it was September of 2004 that I had my last visit with Dr. Indifferent. The one who told me we could keep trying to get pregnant or he could just cut me open to find out what is wrong. A while later is when I started thinking about adoption. I can't remember the exact time as to when I heard "the call," but I do know it was in late October of early November 2004. My first journal entry was Nov. 27, 2004. So it had to be a while before that.

The reason this is distinct is because if you recall the process to this adoption started with a call from God. I sat at the computer looking at different programs. I felt this unmistakable push from behind and words whispered in my ear, "I gave you your child, I put him in Russia." Something that strong cannot be ignored. What's more is that Pickle's birthday is in late October of 2004.

So is it just coincidence or divine intervention that this particular little boy was chosen to be our son?