First Meeting

We drove 4 hours north to meet with a birthmom. The ride up was one I have done several times to visit family, but this time was different...we were meeting OUR potential family! We talked about the "ifs" and made small talk, but nothing could really come out...we were both so scared and nervous. (I compare it to the most important job interview ever!)

When we knocked on her door, Matt and I were both nervous as could be. But, when R answered the door, we knew she was special. She was only about 6 weeks along, but already you could see a bump. If I wasn't so nervous,I probably could have cried. We stayed and talked to her and her mom for hours. It was as if we had known them our whole life. When we left, she handed us the ultrasound pictures of what she from then on referred to as "our baby". When we left, I cried! I cried for the pain of all the failed attempts at getting pregnant. I cried because I was so happy to FINALLY becoming a mom. I cried mostly for R. I knew this was the hardest, most selfless act of love that she would EVER make. And, even though it was "our baby", I cried because I knew we had a long journey of "what ifs" to play.