Now that's what I call faith...

... or foolishness.

Or just a really good bargain.

Take your pick; it could go either way, really.

Whatever you call it, the fact is that Dustin and I bought a crib on Saturday.

Yes, a crib. A baby crib.

WE... the 100% infertile people... BOUGHT A BABY CRIB. On Saturday. Not yet knowing if we would be accepted into the adoption program.

A 3-in-1 crib in really good condition... for $65. Thank you very much, craigslist!

I found the crib on Thursday. The day we thought we would hear from the agency. No call from the agency, but found a really great crib. Friday, again, no call from the agency. Still a really nice crib. Saturday... agency closed... no call. Still a nice crib. We buy crib, barely squeezing it in my tiny car, and bring it home, hoping that we didn't just waste $65. We figured that if this program didn't work out, we'd still adopt somehow, from some place, and would eventually need a crib. But if not, hey, for $65, we could sell it ourselves and get it all back.


See? A crib. In OUR house. Right beside the Gazelle that never gets used except for as a clothes hanger holder. Hopefully future baby will like to work out because we, well, don't.


And that is the room where the crib now lives. Hopefully eventually it will be a nursery, but right now, it is where our clothes hanger holder workout machine sits, as well as where I throw fold our clean laundry and where my husband irons his work clothes. It is also where Molly sometimes poops. See the carpet cleaner bottle there? Yeah. That's Molly's fault.

So... whether you call it faith, or foolishness, or just a really good bargain, as of Saturday, Dustin and I are now the terrified proud owners of a baby crib.

And oh yeah... the adoption agency called today. Our application got the highest score out of all of them. We're in. :o)