They Must Come in Threes

As I inch closer to the end of my chemically-induced menopause, I am faced with a spooky convergence.  I have learned that in my life good and bad things come in a three-pack, and I’ve come to the realization that another has surfaced.  Just like the month after Ben and I got engaged when three of my former gentlemen-callers came a callin’, the forces of destiny seem to be screaming to me that China Adoption is what awaits us at the end of this procreant journey.  First, I bumped into the Great Wall China Adoption Agency’s workshop facilitators/China Adoptive parents at a meeting for a tsunami benefit that I’ll be MCing.  Then, my sister’s mother-in-law sends an article about a couple in Topeka, Kansas, who’ve recently adopted an adorable little girl from China with Great Wall.  Finally, Great Wall sends me an email reminder of an upcoming seminar/workshop.  I am just Chinese enough and superstitious enough to believe.  At a time like this reason does not reign.  The emotional devastation from another failed IVF attempt is unfathomable, but I suppose we’ll still go on trying to become parents one way or another.  Maybe this is the way the universe is trying to tell me to prepare for the worst?