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…