So we decided to go to an information session for foster-adoption. It was free and took place after work, so we went.
Latte spent the first half of it sneaking out to go puke in the bathroom. The poor dear was so carsick. I forgot I had Dramamine in my purse, but when I remembered it, I gave her some, and she was able to sit through the rest of the information session.
I was kind of surprised that there were two other lesbian couple (one unfortunately featuring a couple with the same first name), both notably older than us. There were four or so straight couples, half older, half about our age.
It was a lot of information, it was very good. The social worker struck what I felt was a decent balance between communicating “this isn’t for wimps and will require more work than infant adoption” and selling how the children all deserve families.
Afterwords, we talked. Because we’re not willing to do IVF, it’s possible that we may give up on TTC plan. If so, we’ll do the “love them and let them go” foster-to-adopt option in a couple years (you get foster care placements that the workers think may end with TPR, but no guarantees), and probably end up temporarily hosting a ton of infants until we get one that’s adoptable.
Also, does anybody else really hate the term furbabies? I loath it.