It's not hugely exciting, well it is to me and I just want to be able to share it.
I grew up in a family that fostered - my parents had their biological kids, adopted a couple of kids, then started fostrering.
It's something I've always wanted to do, but the other half wasn't keen, mainly because whenever we visited my parents the house was mobbed and really chaotic.
However over the last year he's really mellowed and chilled out, I think it's because he's finished his professional exams and has a lot less stress at work. A couple of months ago he mentioned fostering and said he'd be interested in considering it. I didn't get too excited in case he changed his mind.
A couple of weeks ago the council Mum and Dad foster for were having an open day, I spoke to Mum about it and thought I'd go along to get some information. Two days before the open day Hubby says he will come with me. On the day we sat down and had a really long chat with a social worker to discuss the application process and the children who need foster care. We came away from it, went to KFC and had a really really long conversation.
The upshot of it all is that we've agreed to go ahead with the application to foster, and to concentrate on looking after newborn babies withdrawing from heroin and other drugs.
The plan is to move somewhere bigger, have our own baby and then apply with the aim to start fostering when our next baby is 12-18 months. I'll probably give up my own self employed business when I take maternity leave, and then foster full time.
I am so unbelievably excited about it all and it's give me something to focus on that isn't TTC.
