Tomorrow morning I meet with an adoption attorney. For three hours.
Gotta remember to throw some nuts and an extra bottle of water in my purse… although, he’ll probably be doing most of the talking. So one bottle’s probably fine.
No, two. Definitely two.
Apparently, this adoption attorney is the one “everyone goes to.” Which is great, and would be even better if he also happened to be young-ish and single and wanted to go with me to this wedding in Napa, but that’s probably too much to hope for.
I’m nervous. Big jitters in the tummy just thinking about it. The woman I know who recommended this attorney said she met with him and BOOM, five months later she had a baby—her daughter, who I haven’t met but who sounds like a fabulous little toddler of a girl. That’s not going to happen to me, at least not that fast, I have too much to do first, and I’m still considering the donor thing, but…
Should I have a list of questions? I should have a list of questions.
I’m kind of at a loss.
Seriously, my mind is blank. I’m sitting here trying to think of questions, and I GOT NOTHING. Tabula rasa. A vast void in the question-generating quadrant of my brain. Crap. I can't be a sucky mom ALREADY!
Okay. I'm not going to panic. I'm going to go think of questions. Smart, relevant, insightful questions. And if anyone reads this before 8 a.m. tomorrow west coast time and has a brilliant question I should add to the list… lemme know. I’ll be here. Freaking out.