Reality. Or maybe I should say lack of...

I know we will not be getting "the call" on a Saturday.
So why do I have these butterflies in my belly?

Deep breath. Was that my phone? Deep breath. Was that my phone? Deeeeeep breath. And so it goes...on and on 'til the break of dawn.

Seriously, has ANYone heard of a family that got "the call" over the weekend? No? ok. Just checking.

One. Blue.

What? Really? Yes, really.
#1 for a boy and #5 for a girl.

Starting Monday, this shall be the daily mantra:
Deep breath. Was that my phone? Deep breath. Was that my phone? Deep breath.

Feeling Blue.

So another referral yesterday. Yay! So exciting!
That means we are #2 for a boy and #6 for a girl.
Originally when we started talking about adoption, this baby in my head was a girl...but it's now looking pretty blue 'round these parts. I've started talking to Davis about this and she seems ok with a brother as long as she gets to be the BIG sister. I suppose in her head it clinches being the "line leader" forever and ever.

I would also like to record for history purposes this conversation I had with Davis on May 1.
We were visiting family in TX and driving in the car and this is the back and forth:
Davis> "Mama, I think my baby's birthday is today."
Me> "Your baby doll Ruby?"
Davis>"No Mama, MY baby in Africa. It's their birthday."
Me> "You mean they are turning one?"
Davis> "No Mama, it is the first birthday ever. I think MY baby's birthday is today."

If it turns out this baby was born on May 1, after a bit of a mama-freak-out, I will immediately have Davis select six numbers for a lotto ticket.