About 2 or 3 years ago, my husband and I considered fostering a child. For a variety of reasons, mostly revolving around what would be best for the child that we do have, we thought that wasn't a good choice at least at this time. Both my husband and I would definitely consider it in the future, especially when any children we have are older.
My husband and I had done a lot of talking back then, and we knew that it was not most important for us to have a biological child, it was most important for us to do God's will, and to have a larger family. Our decision to pursue adoption was not impulsive, but the logistics of getting everything together and actually doing it was pretty rapid.
We had to get our application in before the end of 2018 to lock in 2018 prices, which, when you're talking about something like adoption fees is pretty significant. Then, we were supposed to get everything done within the next 3 months.
There's a lot of stuff to get done, plus 30+ hours of training and book reports. I hadn't thought I'd ever be doing a book report again, but I almost started to feel like I was back in veterinary school. Plus, there's normal life, my husband and I having a busy work schedule and all the other things we have going on.
We actually went on a shredding party and were able to fill up at least 6 extra large boxes with shredded papers; including documents from before we were married and even before I had moved to this area. All stuff that we had always wanted to do, but just hadn't had the time to get around to became a priority.
Cleaning and organizing the house had already been important to me, but took on new meaning when the thought of a home inspection loomed.
There were doctors appointments, TB tests, drug tests, background checks, pretty much everything you could think of to ensure that any children would be safe and protected in the future.
