So… I’ve been working my butt off. Figuratively of course . Literally my big caboose is still with me. That sucks. But I digress.
In the midst of working my… well you know, I had a flash of brilliance.. I decided to pursue getting to the bottom of my adoption story. I was placed in foster care at around age 4 and adopted a few years later. I live in Georgia so the records were closed until 1990 I think it was, when they changed the laws and you could get non identifying information for a fee and you could get the state to conduct a search for a fee. I was broke so I did neither. But I did sign up for the Adoption Reunion Registry. And then life went on.
Kids are now grown and life at least on the personal side is quiet so I finally got back to the who-am-I-and-where-did-I-come-from thing and sent off for my Non identifying information last month. It came this Tuesday. And my world has been reeling ever since.
I had assumed all these years that 1. I was my BM’s (that’s Birth Mother), first child. 3.. I assumed she was in her early to mid 20s and 3. I assumed that she was from the South. Errr.. WRONG! on every count. She was 37 when I was born and I was her last child and she is from New Hampshire! And unfortunately because the state says they never got my registration for the Adoption Reunion , I never got to meet my BM . She registered in 1991 and passed away in 1998.
Now I am searching for any maternal relatives. I supposedly have 3 older siblings. JoAnne from The Adoption Database has found my cousin Ellen on my mother’s side. So I’ve learned a few details about my mother’s family. We have not yet spoken but I hope to soon.
So my attempts at weightloss have been at a standstill. I am still taking my Omnitrition products and have loads more energy as well as sleeping much better than before. But my food choices are abysmal!
Ok that’s it for now. I am up to my earlobes in work so I better get back to it!
Have a great weekend folks! 🙂