
Here I sit in the Kids' Room, which is a work in progress. It is a project that has to come to completion pretty darn quickly. You see....WE HAVE BEEN CHOSEN BY A BIRTHMOTHER!!!!!
Now, I must appologize dear friends. I have been neglecting the blog and should have added our news last week. But as you can imagine I have been a little busy as of late. Here is how last week unfolded.
We spent the weekend gutting the bedrooms of all the crap that has been acculmulating over the years in hopes of creating a warm and comfortable environment that we would come to call a nursery. Darren and I decided that it was time to get prepared. We had already gotten word that our profile had been looked at by two different birth families in the first week that we were on the domestic registry. Imagine that! Things were starting to happen, and although those families chose other paths, we were jsut thrilled to have been considered. This takes us toTuesday.
It was a normal morning. Meaning that I was up EARLY and on my bike, getting in part one of the day's training while dear Darren was sleeping soundly. Off to work a little while later, and Darren was heading back home. The work day began with the phone ringing, and lo and behold the phone is for me. Who could it be? It was our fantastic social worker at the agency that has been helping us with the whole domestic journey. It was THE call. She said, "you have been picked!" I thought that my legs were going to give out on me. Tears, laughter, shaking, tears, and more laughter. I hung up after getting some important details and just look at my co-worker with a stupid stunned look on my face. I couldn't figure out what I was suppose to do next. Of course I called Darren right away and had him come back to get me.
It's now just over a week since that awesome day, and we have been walking around with permanent grins on our faces. We have been making shopping trips with lists in hand, and hands on wallets burning the credit cards up! My mother can tell you that this is not my favorite part. Must be the Scottish in me coming out!
Yes, our lives are about to change. Bring it on! This is what we have been waiting for the past six years! And in another year or so this little one will have a sister coming home to play. Life can't get much better than that.
What about Ironman you ask...I intend to do it. Of course my training comes second, but we'll make it work. Nothing could be sweeter than coming across that finish line into the arms of my hubby and my wee little child. All the pain, sweat and tears that it took to have a little one enter our lives will have been worth the challenge of the day. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.