To say we were nervous about this meeting is an understatement. The night before, I texted T to make sure the time we were supposed to pick her up was still okay. I never got a response. The worrier in me went to the extreme, of course. Maybe she changed her mind. Maybe she's back in the hospital. Let me tell you something: the waiting after you get matched is five MILLION times worse than it is before you get matched. It's a nightmare. During the week when I'm at work, it's great because I'm busy and I don't have time to think about what's happening. But at night is when I have a hard time not worrying about T and the baby.
So, yesterday morning, I did the next logical thing: I called her. She sounded awful, and I asked her a couple of times if she wanted to reschedule for when she felt better. But she insisted on having us come out. As we got on the highway, the attorney called, and he gave us a little more insight on why she wasn't responsive the day before. I don't want to go into detail to respect her privacy, but he reassured us that everything was fine and that she was looking forward to seeing us.
One thing I love about T is that she's incredibly honest. She told us exactly what happened, even in more detail than she told the attorney, as soon as she got into the car. There's complete transparency there, which reassures us that this will continue to go smoothly.
Lunch was great. I had already spoken with her several times on the phone, so the conversation was easy. There was never once an awkward lull. We let her pick the restaurant for lunch, and she told everyone who asked about her pregnancy that this was our baby. We shared the name we picked out, photos of the nursery, and we took a picture of the pile of baby gifts we'd already received this week. She was so happy to see how LOVED this baby already is. We also brought along a couple of gifts for her younger daughter. Despite her situation, T has such a positive attitude about this. I lost count at how many times she told us how excited she was for us to become first-time parents. It was also crazy to hear how much we all have in common - from our hatred of math and our love for seafood to our favorite colors. Even names and dates in our families match up: her daughter was born the day we got married and her middle name is the same as my mom's and the middle name we chose for the baby.
Our afternoon confirmed for us that she is serious about sticking to the plan. She even texted me this morning, thanking us again for lunch and saying how strongly she felt that she made the right decision by choosing us.
Now? We wait. Yesterday marked five weeks to her due date, but with the baby already weighing over 6 pounds and T's stress level relatively high, labor could happen at any time. We hope that the baby stays in as long as possible for health reasons, but we are also so anxious to meet her. We've waited over four years for this moment. It's hard to believe that it is almost here.