I've never had a pregnancy test, and it turns out I never needed one. Not because I didn't want to be pregnant, and not because I always practiced safe sex, but because I was never able to contain a pregnancy long enough to realize I might be pregnant and might need a pregnancy test. At 49 my gynecologist was now a fertility specialist, and could not find any obvious reason for this. He asked if I wanted to go further . . . he meant conception and implantation interference . . . playing God.

It seems that by 50 my life was to begin taking on many new twists and turns. After many years of serial dating and hoping for a man to have a family with, I realized that one, finding that special union was not going to happen, and two, I didn't need a man to have a family. The adoption process that I began learning about when I turned 40 but put on hold, was now going to go into full throttle!