It Happened

Wow. I thought about writing....well, I can't even remember what I was going to write about from this past weekend or week, maybe something about the arrival of the Spreadsheet of Hope this week, or ordering Peter Rabbit cribs sheets just because.

But really, the only thing that matters about this week, and for every week after now, is that we were chosen by a birthmother.

November the first. I was testing, our formal dry run test with quality witness. R called the lab number which he has in case of emergencies (because cell service doesn't exist in the lab), and while receiving a call, this call, from the agency was the furtherest thing from my mind, once I heard R's voice say that our social worker had called and wanted us to call her back, I thought, oh. my. is this happening.

I grabbed my cell phone and told my coworkers that I needed to step outside for a call.

Once outside the lab, back on the phone with R, he conferenced in our social worker. The first thing she said, did the crib you ordered come in yet?
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Here is where I try not to break my number one work rule: no crying. There are people walking by, I can see hallways of four floors (the hallways open to something I'm going to call an atrium), and our amazing social worker and the excited birthmother counselor are explaining details about the birthmother and father. And. that we will have a little boy. A son. An actual child.

Hearing the sex and due date made it so real. I am going to be a mother. R is going to be a father, a great father.

So. That is what happened this week.

And now the exciting preparations have begun - L is scouting out Auburn baby items, Mrs. MHJ is scouting out chairs and dressers and has ordered a Peter Rabbit quilt (it's beautiful!), and we get to chose a name for our son.

I know that this happened because people have been praying for us, for the birthmother, for our little boy. Thank you. I should do an entire post on how great our God is, but really Job 37 and 38 does a better job of that. Really, I'm just thankful for the opportunity to be a mother; and to have my husband.

Hopefully you won't find this too mushy, and perhaps someday I'll be able to write a beautiful entry about my faith, infertility, adoption, and then receiving that phone call, but I'm afraid I'm not mature enough for that right now.

On a non-sappy note, I enjoyed getting to play basketball this week with coworkers. And, I'm looking forward to teaching my son how to shoot :).