Telling Gerard About His Little Girl

I am definitely going into overdrive! I do have a few things that need to be done in order to make things happen. The first thing is those documents that I decided not to update. Well if I had things to do over again this would be one of them. I am starting to find it so hard to get things done now that I have a picture to stare at.

The second most obvious question and something that I did not cover eariler today was "How is Gerard doing??"

Well let me tell you how he found out about his little girl.

I had driven to the agencies office fully knowing in my head that I was probably not going to get anywhere but in my heart I felts something different. I will get back to that.

Anyone that has been around Gerard and I knows that we call each other about a cool thousand times per day. Usually it is one or two sentences but typically he could call me or me him 2 times in an hour. So before I got out of the car in the agency parking lot I called him to tell him I was there and said a quick prayer.

I went into the office and my coordinator was not there yet because it was earily and I knew that she had a late night. So I asked to talk with the director of the Russsian program. We talked about my fears and my box of concern. She asked me if I had 15 minutes so that she could hang up with me, review my file and call Russia.

Of course I said yes. So I sat down with an adoption book that I have been meaning to start reading and started to read it. About 15 minutes later the staff told me that the director was on the phone for me. She told me that she had great news. That I had a referral, I assumed that it was a boy so I asked if he was healthy and that is when she told me SHE looked pretty good to her.

I started to cry. She told me to take some time and to call my family so that she could email everything to my coordinator. I walked out and called Gerard. He could hear that I was crying so he started to think the worst. He said "Oh Bozz it is going to be alright!" Bozz is my nickname.

That is when I told him at 11:00 am in the hall of the building "You are going to be a Daddy and guess what it is a girl!" Silence on the other end of the phone. I would say shock does not even describe his reaction. Then he kept asking me "What do you mean? I do not understand? It's a girl!"

Fast forward a couple of hours I called him from the airport. He was going a mile a minute. He rattled off a list bigger then the one Santa carries around of things that I must do when I get home. But the funniest comment that he made was "I have to get under the house and get the cleaning done before she comes."

On my drive home I called Adrienne to tell her the news (Please send up a prayer for her). I wanted to tell her as close to in person as I could. When I got home Gerard was awake and waiting to see the pictures.

One of the pictures is of her looking up at the ceiling. Now the big discussion in my house has been that I wanted a chandelier in the baby's room and he keeps telling me "No way! Boys do not get chandeliers!!" I held up the picture and this is where he walked right into it. He said "What do you think she is looking at?" So I told me "She wants to know where her chandelier is???" Oh is he in trouble!