Tears

I broke down last evening, and texted our social worker.  She is the social worker that has been dealing with our birth mom since July when she contacted the agency, but also the one that did our home study.

We knew the BM was meeting with the BF yesterday afternoon and they would make a decision together.  I texted about 5pm, and asked since she she knew both of them, if she had any idea how quick they might make a decision, and if she couldn't tell us, then I understood, we were both just a little nerve racked.

She was doing things that evening, so about 5 hours later she responded that she "knew the wait was excruciating, but she doesn't have the prerogative to share anything.  The domestic supervisor will contact you tomorrow but let me encourage you to rest int he knowledge that all with be as God has planned, and His plans are always good! Love to you both"

I responded that I understood... and I'm grateful for having such a godly husband who reminds me of that when I forget.  Another friend told me that God will teach me patience one way or another.

Her last text last night read "LOL He's right.  God is simply saying "Trust me Jennifer"  Good Night.  I'm sure we'll talk tomorrow".

Tomorrow? Why would we talk tomorrow?!?  I tried to wake Travis up, but he was to out of it to make a difference.  I read him the conversation and he said it didn't seem cryptic to him, and I couldn't read into it.

I'm subbing at a school that I was at the first nine weeks (and had to take days off for home studies and doctors appointments).  I told my principal I would have my phone on, and would be answering phone calls.

Travis called me about 9:45, and all he said was "It's your fault".

I had instant panic that we had been kicked out of the program or something because I texted the case worker.... fear struck me.

He then said "It's your fault we'll have a baby in a month.  Because you are adopted, and a Green Bay Packer fan. The birth mom's mother is a Packers fan too. Because of you we will be bringing home a little boy in January."

Seriously tears.  All the kids looked at me, and the student teacher quickly explained that they were happy tears.  I excused myself and stepped outside the classroom where he told me more things, but I honestly don't remember much.

A baby boy.

Is matched with us.

Could it be?  Really?

And the tears have kept flowing!