I didn't think that things could get any crazier than last week.
I was wrong.
This week, I was interviewed by a major news publication about my experience with infertility. I was also officially offered my new position - a promotion - at work. And then the icing on the crazy cake: I got a phone call earlier this afternoon from the attorney's office. The expectant mother can't decide between us and another couple. She favors the other couple a bit because they've adopted before, but she wants to speak with both of us before deciding. So, we have a phone call to make tomorrow afternoon.
Aside from "please don't die of a heart attack before the phone call," does anyone have any ass-vice for us? Our only advice to ourselves is to BE ourselves.
Someone pass the wine. It's going to be a long weekend.