Ok, it's getting more real. We sent in the first of the adoption papers today. Talked to Jennifer about how she's feeling- it's a roller-coaster and I hesitate to be excited when someone else is in pain. Oh, if all of this could be easier. In a perfect world, right?
We told some friends Sunday, at dinner, about the adoption. They are super excited. They are pregnant and found out today that they are going to have a boy. I'm convinced that the odds are in our favor for a little girl. I see her in my mind- soft golden brown skin, dark brown hair (thick beyond belief), and her mom's big blue eyes. I'm sure she won't look exactly like that, but she will be beautiful.
Today Jennifer is 15 weeks along. The baby is the size of a navel orange~ that's about 41/2 inches. She's practicing sucking, breathing, and swallowing. Because she's about 2 ounces she will hardly be noticeable when she moves around and boy does she move... curling her little toes, kicking, and moving tiny arms and legs.
Scott found out that the state of Illinois doesn't allow the adoptive father in the delivery room. He was bummed about that. We've talked to work about taking all the necessary time off and going to pick up this wonderful little angel. Just a couple of weeks and we can call him or her by name!
