Last post I wrote about labels and because of my experience in the Miss Teen Pageant I labeled myself "Disqualified". Unfortunately, that isn't the only label I've owned. For the last several months there has been a possibility of adopting Lexi's three year old biological sister. Ever since I knew she was born, I have prayed she would be ours. Recently that dream has been squelched. Although it's likely the state will terminate her mother's rights, this baby has a different father than our daughter and the state has decided to allow him to retain his. So she will remain unadoptable. Before we adopted Lexi I went through a painful process of infertility. When I received the diagnosis of Poly cystic Ovarian Syndrome, and was unable to conceive I had to put a name to my condition. I couldn't accept that this was beyond my doing so instead I chose to impose a new and more horrible label "damaged goods"....
Up front and honest confessions of this gal's sinful heart