Friday, November 14, 2008

We're Going To Be Daddies!

Thursday's Blog - Take 2.

So I ended up leaving the office late tonight, preparing for a conference in upstate New York tomorrow. Around 7ish I call Chris who's heading back from the hair salon. Still no news from the agency. So sad :(

Every song on the radio makes me think about parenting/adoption/being chosen:

1) Jason Mraz, I'm Yours: I won't hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait. I'm yours. Well open up your mind and see like me. Open up your plans and damn you're free. Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love. We're just one big family and it's our godforsaken right to be loved loved loved loved loved.

2) Akon, Right Now: I haven't seen your face. I'll try to be strong... But the stress I have is washing with. Wont belong before I get you by my side, and just hold you.

3) Nickelback, Gotta Be Somebody: This time, I wonder what it feels like, To find the one in this life, the one we all dream of. But dreams just aren't enough, so I'll be waiting for the real thing. I'll know it by the feelin. The moment when we're meeting, will play out like a scene. Straight off the silver screen. So I'll be holding my own breath, right up 'til the end. Until that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with.

4) Pink, So What: Okay, maybe not this one... but is has a catchy beat :)

In through the garage door I enter. Duncan jumps up on me and wants his kisses, and I roll my laptop case to the side of the couch. Chris is on one side of the couch, mail is on the other. I start debriefing about my day and pick up the piece of mail on top... a card with "Paul" written in black ink on the envelope. I open the envelope and continue to talk. Duncan needs to go outside. Card goes down on the pile. 2 minutes later, I come back in and continue to debrief. I don't even read the cover of the card, I just open the inside to see the words "You're going to be a dad" on the inside. Chris is teetering on laughing at me because my jaw has hit the floor with total confusion, crying because he's happy, and mad that I didn't even read the outside of the card that was a baby themed "Congratulations".

Apparently when I called earlier, Chris had lied to me (no surprise there). Chris was in the salon when he got the call... When he entered, he told his normal stylist that he may receive a phone call and if so, he'd need to take it right away - he did so because this place is known to tell their patrons to get off the phone because it ruins the 'spa-like' experience. When Chris was in the middle of getting his hair washed, the phone rang. Up he jumped with water streaming down his back. It was Barb, our social worker. She heard from the birth mother and we're a match! Chris was excited and gave Corrine the thumbs up and the salon went wild with excitement. Barb told Chris that she would call him back and leave the birth mothers number on his voicemail... we should call her up directly because the birth parents wanted to see us again. Chris went back to getting his hair washed when the phone rang again. Chris jumped up again, water continuing the stream down his back, only to find Barb telling him it was her, and he wasn't supposed to answer the phone - she was leaving the number on his voicemail. :)

After getting his haircut, Chris called the birth mother to tell her how excited he was, and that I didn't know yet and he was going to surprise me when I got home. She was happy that we (he) was happy and loved the fact that Chris was going to surprise me.

(fast forward)

So I open the card and Chris pops the cork on a bottle of champagne. We toast and I listen to his recap as I down the glass. After about 5 minutes, my stomach is in so much pain, I can't stand it. Chris thinks it's nerves... but I was in pain before i got home (I think it was the 2 large McDonald's Sweet Ice Teas I had on my commute).

I'm now laying on the ground, doubled-over. I move to the couch. Back on the floor. Then back to the couch. Chris offers to take me to the hospital because I'm in so much pain - instead I down a bottle of Pepto and three minuted later I could actually stand up.

I too called the birth mother and left a message for her telling her how excited I was and that we'd call her on Sunday with a day and time that we could drive back to see them.


So, the long and the short of this posting - We're Going To Be Daddies!





3 comments:

Vicki said...

Congratulations! I am so happy for you two! Being a parent is the greatest thing ever & little girls are so fun! I wish ya'll were here in Texas so I could buy you some big giant bows to put in her hair - LOL!

Bobby said...

Fantastic!

GayDad said...

Congrats! We had twins 6 months ago via surrogacy - a bit different from your experience, but very similar at the same time.

Life really does change (ours doubly so!) and the first 3 months my head was spinning. Many of our straight couple friends w/babies were great help and offered encouragement as we had no outside help. But just wait until you finally "earn" that first smile, first giggle, and start to see their personalities show. It's absolutely amazing and worth it.

I have a blog - 2dads2be.blogspot.com. Mind if I add a link to your blog?