Have you all been sitting on pins and needles waiting for my post? Have you? Huh? Have you? Am I annoying you? Oh come on, let me have my fun.
So first of all, concerning yesterday's post, I need to clear something up. Troy did not, in fact, fail to call me before calling The Organization We're Adopting From. Apparently, he had no sooner walked in the door that the phone rang. It was Anne and, well, as you all know, she had big news.
I kind of have half a mind to launch into something completely unrelated to our adoption and leave you all wondering just what, exactly, went on today. But, my mom has threatened to post her own blog and ruin the suspense ride that I feel like putting all of you on simply because it's been a long time since I've had a chance to keep you all waiting for my baby news. So...Garrett did the darnedest thing today...
Alright. I picked Troy up at the airport this morning and headed to another place in Southern California. We arrived about a half hour before my parents and Garrett got there. She wanted to meet them all and we figured it would be a good idea if we had two cars so that, if Garrett threw some colossal tantrum, my parents could quickly escort him off the premises before I drop kicked* him across the room and ruined all our chances of obtaining this woman's offspring.
I'd like to say now that, out of respect for Jennifer's privacy, I've decided that I will not now, nor do I ever plan to, share any details of her life or the circumstances surrounding her decision to place this child for adoption. With that being said...
Our meeting went swimmingly. She was absolutely wonderful and I loved her immediately and she seemed to return the sentiment. Without sharing any real details of our four hours together, I'd just like to announce that all parties are moving ahead. She intends to give us the ultimate gift, her precious baby boy, in just a few short weeks. While our oldest son is pasty white, this precious boy will have a permanent tan. Before we ever conceived Garrett, I had a dream that we adopted an African-American son. Dreams do come true.
Well, there is cleaning and scrubbing and washing and pulling of things out of storage and folding and attorney calling and fake contractions to endure and man, why does my back hurt and are my ankles swollen? and general nesting and packing and trying to prepare my son for his brother. Speaking of my son, I'll leave you with the cutest words ever out of his mouth. When we were preparing to leave I pulled him onto my lap, pointed to Jennifer's expanding tummy and said, "Guess what? Your brother's in there." Garrett found this to be ridiculously hysterical and I didn't think he believed me. Why would he? He hasn't experienced babies coming out of bellies since he actually did and, for him, that was a really long time ago.
When I got home from depositing Troy at the airport I asked Garrett who we met today. He replied, "My baby in that lady's tummy." If that doesn't just pull on every heart string in your chest then I don't know what will. Please continue praying for the health of Jennifer and our son! And please continue praising God with us.
*I have not nor do I ever plan to actually drop kick my child.