Just the two of us…

After a long day of flying, car rental, wrong hotel directions, and getting up way too early I had pretty much decided that Chibby and I would spend today at the hotel while Techie did his thing.  This morning with a full night of sleep and full tank of bravery I thought I’d take Chibby to Sea World, at least until he melted down, and then we’d come back and hang out until dad was done. 

I expected a long hot stressful day but what I got was an unexpectedly perfect day….just the two of us. 

Toddler Travel

In February Techie, Chibby, and I are heading to Florida for a long weekend.  Techie will attend a conference while me and the little guy see the sights.  While I’m looking foward to a break from artic weather I’m definately not looking forward to our first flight with a toddler.   My worst fear is that I’ll be booted from the plane mid-runway because a hostile flight attendant thinks my kid is being too disruptive (which is why i’m not flying Continental). 

I spent all day searching the web for ways to keep toddlers happy during a flight and I’m 80% sure that there will still be some sort of feet kicking, back arching, screaming meltdown at some point.   Though most of the advice was fairly useless (and some even harmful i.e. drug your baby) I did find a few gems in the bunch. 

We are matching!

Last night I’m crawling in bed and the phone rings…it’s from cali so of course I freak out. On the other end, a potential birthmom (A.). I am amazed but we completely hit it off. I can’t believe that I’m this comfortable with our birthmom.

She seems really down to earth and great. It’s just like she’s on of my girlfriends. The baby will be 1/4 puerto rican, 1/4 black, 1/2 white. .. so probably adorable.

We were on the phone for like an hour and a half and barely even talked about the baby. She’s in good health, she lives with the birthfather…he was the one who picked our letter out of the stack. I guess my curly messy hair was good for something afterall. She said if I can deal with my curls I can deal with a baby whose hair is coarse and curly!

Thor & I are flying out on Easter Sunday to San Fran where they live, to meet A., her man, and her daughter. I’m so excited. We get to be there for a sonogram and I think that we’re going to pay to have one of those 3-d ones done at the mall. She’s already got her POP into the IAC. It all seems perfect. Next week we’ll have a match meeting and hopefully it will be official.

The ironic thing is she and I are both worried that the other will change their mind. She seems so confident and really likes us but I’m having a hard time believing that something good can happen to us; something free from catastrophe. I’m trying to be positive and can’t help but be excited. A. is due august 25th. How incredible is it I pour my heart into a letter, a website, and someone else sees that and knows that I will be a good mother to their child. I can only hope, only imagine, only dream for now…