A Call

This past Saturday, I had my hair "done" at a salon 2 blocks from my house. This was my 3rd or 4th time there. It's a very informal place that is owned by a girl in her mid-20's to mid-30's. I know that's quite a range, but I'm horrible at guessing ages. Two of the many people working for her are her mother and grandmother. One of the "services" that the grandmother provides is reading your cards.

Now, I don't set a lot of stock in this kind of thing, but I do find it fun. In the past I've gone to physics and have been pleased with the results (the last time was 4 years ago...maybe more...and she predicted my son and his name). I do this for entertainment purposes only and always take what I'm told with a grain on salt.

On Saturday, I agreed to have my cards read...it was cheap. I wasn't expecting much. Overall, what she said was pretty close and detailed. However, the majority of what she told me was not good. Some was real good...like the wish I made at the start of the reading would be coming true soon. My wish was that we would get matched with a baby and that everything would go through without any problems and it would all be great. (This is where most of my superstition is. Almost all of my wishes come true...at a price.) I left there feeling a bit creeped out.

So...today at work after my last class had left, I got a phone call from the adoption agency. They were calling to let us know that there was a birth mom who was considering adoption and had reached the point where she felt like she wanted to look at some profiles of potential adoptive parents. We were one of those couples. According to the lady from the agency, we match most of the things that the birth mom indicated were important to her. The lady also let me know that the baby was black and was supposed to be a girl. She then told me not to get too excited/get my hopes up...she just wanted to let us know that we were being looked at (see...those monthly letters harassing the agency are finally paying off!).

When I called hubby, he wanted to know what else I could tell him and I think he was a little miffed that I hadn't asked for more info. My feelings were that we were not at the point that I felt I wanted/needed to know more. If the birth mom decides to meet us, then I will have a lot more questions that I'll want answered before we meet her. As for now, I will be happy knowing that there has now been some activity...and I'll be praying that this birth mom makes the decision that is right for her (be it adoption or keeping the child).

An aside: Some one at work asked me if I was excited (they had overheard part of the conversation). I realized that no, I wasn't really. I was happy we were being looked at and hopeful that if this was what the mom wanted that she would pick us. However, this time around I'm having a difficult time being excited or hoping that the mom would decide on adoption. I truly want a baby. If we are picked...I will be so happy (as long as everything goes through). But, knowing the sacrifice being made puts a bit of a damper on any excitement that might occur.

A Peanut Funny:
Saturday night we went out to dinner and as usual, took Peanut. The 20 minute wait turned into almost an hour. Peanut was wonderful. When we finally were seated, the waitress came to take our drink orders. I ordered water and Hubby requested a beer. We didn't order for Peanut because we carry a sippy cup for him. Well, before the waitress could leave he said, "I want a water...please." It was so cute.

When Peanut's food came, he grabbed his fork and attempted to take a bite. It was hot. The waitress had stopped at a table next to ours and as she went to leave, Peanut waved at her and said (loudly), "Hey! This is too hot!" Hubby and I almost fell out of our chairs laughing. At home if food is too hot, we cool it off by sticking it in the fridge or freezer for a minute or two. We stopped him before he could request that she put it in the freezer. The fabulous waitress replied very nicely, "I guess you'll just have to blow on it a bit more."