I am euphoric over our successful meeting with Crystal, our potential birthmother. It’s the sensation of new love, and the expression “walking on air” is apt. We’re going to have a baby!!
Beginning the next day, I check for messages every hour. Two days pass, three, stretching into four…
Now I can’t think at work. I replay our meeting over and over again trying to find out where it went wrong, to determine what made Crystal change her mind. She said she’d call. I get anxious and cranky, then depressed. Hubby tries to calm me down. “We really don’t know anything yet,” he says.
Should I call her? Is it appropriate? Pushy? Desperate?
I break down and call, leaving a message.
She calls back shortly saying, “I’m glad you called – I had written down the wrong number for you!”
We’re back on track. But I realize this could be quite a roller coaster ride.