Well, I know many of you are wondering how it went...And, from our perspective it went very well, albeit a bit akward. She is a very cute, petite (seriously, I look more pregnant than she does), wonderful young lady (do I sound like an old woman or what)? She was pretty reserved and private, which I don't blame her for at all. What an akward meeting in the first place! She seemed very confident in her decision and she seemed like a very bright and independent girl. She told us that she chose us out of 16 profiles!!! Can you believe it? We were pretty amazed to find that out. Sometimes you doubt your ability to be chosen when you go through the agonizing waiting period in adoption so to find out that she chose us out of so many profiles was a real boost to our collective ego. She also told us that as soon as the baby is born he is "ours" and that we can be as involved in the hospital as possible. This was a real relief to us since he will be having a post-birth surgery and we wanted to be around to learn how it goes and to see him and hold him for the first time as soon as possible. Of course, we plan on "sharing" him with her as much as she needs and wants. We left the meeting really feeling like, "This is for real. This is really our child." I can't say enough about the gratitude we feel for such an amazing and selfless person. Adoption is an interesting thing and many people might argue that it is a "second best" choice but not Blaine and I. We know that children are a gift from God and we honestly feel privileged to know that our children come not only from Him but through incredible women such as these birthmoms.
O.K. And just because I am such a dork, I'll put up some pictures of us that we took after the meeting. I cut her out of them for confidentiality purposes. Isn't my new yellow shirt cute? Unfortunately, the unintended side effect of the shirt is that it made me look so much more prego than our 7 month pregnant birthmom. What was I thinking? I should have stuck with the white shirt like my friends in California told me to wear after my birthmom-meeting-shopping-spree/fashion-show.
Doesn't my man look cute in some "preppy" clothes? Seriously, it was so fun shopping for Blaine in California because he wasn't there to grumble about any purchases and I got to buy him a bunch of "preppy", "professional" clothes for his Nurse Practitioner's clinicals that he just started. I'm sure he would've been much happier in one of his ten year old surf tees and some shorts but he cleans up pretty well, huh?