Well we sat in that hot tub last night, talked to the full moon and swam around to make all sorts of water move. It was still a quiet night, with no ringing nor texting. Nothing more today either. Nothing from our agency. Nothing from T. Just nothing.
All I've got to write about is the evidence that we are complete zombies, focused on one thing, and one thing only. In the dining room of the hotel tonight, they were playing the Monday Night Football game. We got our fajitas and sat down, front and center, on a comfy sofa, vowing to be good and distracted for at least 20 minutes. Mind you, we were the only ones on the comfy sofa, though others were behind us at the dining tables.
We thought we were watching the game. We knew who was playing (Cowboys and Bears, for those of you wanting to test us). We had our dinners in our laps and we were going to kill some time mindlessly, darn it! Well, our glazed stares at the screen were violently disrupted by a shriek from behind us. We both startled and turned around, worried. I swear by the way we jolted, you'd have thought we were going to jump up and rush to give CPR.
Then they yelled "touchdown!" Oh yeah, we're watching a football game. We had no idea anyone had scored despite being five feet away from the screen, despite staring straight at the TV and listening to who was doing what when the announcers spoke. Oh well, at least we caught on quickly and didn't embarrass ourselves by trying to do rescue breaths on this poor Cowboys fan.
Thank you to the parents who checked in on us tonight. Only six more days to something, right?
And then......
"Yaaaaaaaay!"
"Booyaaaaaawwww!"
"That's a Bonanza of appointments!"
"That's like three scoops of the most delicious ice cream I've ever tasted, right there!"
"I'm excited, happy, happy!"
"There's hope!"
This is all coming at me in a flash right now from Josh! I just had to capture it in a rare second blog post. I shouldn't have tried to get to bed earlier tonight and blog without something informative to say; there's always something. After I published that last, pathetic account of our day, we got a great email from our agency.
It turns out that they spoke with T tonight. She has an appointment with the birth father to get his relinquishment paperwork signed on Wednesday. Then, she's planning to head over to the CA agency and meet with them to take care of her pre-delivery paperwork. Tomorrow, our agency is going to broach the subject of her getting back to the doctor this week.
We're both smiling right now at the end of a very smile-impaired kind of day. And, if you knew what we didn't share with you about our emotions today, you'd do a little happy dance for us.
Thanks AAA, for the happy dreams just in time before we signed off for the night. We're a little closer to the end zone now and putting all of our psychic energy into scoring that much-needed touchdown.
