"It's the phone!"

Picture this, it's Sunday morning, we're lazily waking up and slowly agreeing to get out of bed. Tiffany can barely move because she literally planted 40 plants and 40 seeds in her front yard garden on Saturday. Josh is sluggishly accepting his fate of performing the annual deep clean on the chicken coop. We're not jumping out of bed. We're chatting, we're falling back asleep, we're just generally resisting motion.

As Josh is beginning to share another thought, Tiffany hears something strange...jazz music at about 8:30 am on Sunday morning, in the house. Josh's thought "wow, some one's playing jazz music, that's nice." Then it hits her, "IT'S THE PHONE!" Our BND (see earlier post) has a jazz ring that just gets louder and louder until you answer it. Said phone was downstairs, on the dining room table at the back of the house. Our bedroom is upstairs, towards the front of the house. Lots of space between us and that ringing jazz concert.

Now, it's worth noting here that Tiffany does not have a good rapport with these stairs. She has fallen up them twice (yes, up) and down them twice. It hurts. It's getting more dramatic each time. During the one leap it took her to get from laying flat and immobile on the bed to the first step, this was the order of her thoughts...

1. "Wow, we've wondered about this day and this is going to be our story of how we learned about our baby!"
2. "It's a Sunday, in the morning, this is so perfect, we'll have time to think about what they are about to tell us without having to go to work."
3. "Wow, I'm flying, I hope I don't fall down the stairs on the way to the phone."
4. "Why is Josh still laying in bed, this is the most important day of our lives!"

Josh, who was not in bed, but flying just as fast right with Tiffany was thinking...

1. "Wow, we've wondered about this day and this is going to be our story of how we learned about our baby!" (That's the miraculous part of the whole story...we're rarely on the same page at the same time.)
2. "I hope they are telling us about our baby who is due in some months though. I'm not quite ready to go to the hospital right now."
3. "She just keeps yelling "It's the Phone!"

We managed to get to the phone without falling down the stairs, tripping each other, or slipping on the hardwood floor and landing in a giant plant pot (also a past occurrence which resulted in a butt bruise, not pretty). Now, in setting up the phone, two things have bugged Tiffany that are still unresolved. The first is that it rings about 10 times. She's tried to get it changed, but it still rings FOREVER. She's had this fear that it would ring so long, the agency wouldn't wait to leave a message. In this case, it gave us plenty of time to get to the thing to answer it. Yay!

Which brings up the second thing. There is a setting for how to answer the phone, either with the "talk" key or "any" key. She's reread this section in the instructions book multiple times wondering why one would have a preference. She's considered both options, but never taken action. Now, in the crunch time, holding the screaming jazz concert, she can't remember how to answer the phone. Seriously!

And then, it stops ringing. Just as the screen goes blank, she catches a glimpse of the number that was flashing, already a bad sign as she had entered the agency's numbers in the phone so that a name would show when it rang, not a number. The number started with 727...this is a Floridian area code. All of our agency ladies live in Colorado. There was a glimmer of hope that one person has a leftover phone from a past life in Florida, but that doesn't seem to be the case. No message was left. It was likely a wrong number.

Josh considered calling them back and asking if they had a baby they wanted us to parent. But, that would take up our precious few minutes.

If you don't think about the adrenaline rush and how sweetly we were excited for this moment, the whole thing was pretty funny. It took us a while to calm down about it. In reliving it, Josh claims Tiffany managed to yell "It's the phone!" as each foot landed on a stair. Tiffany was shocked to see Josh standing there with her when the phone stopped ringing, thinking he was still laying in bed.

If nothing else, now we know we will not be calm about it when that BND rings. We're just hoping beyond hope that we remember to turn it off before settling into a good, serious documentary in the movie theater one day. That could be really embarrassing knowing our track record for containing our emotions when the thing actually rings.