Another day, another meeting, Internetz. Later this afternoon we meet with the kids' foster parents. I have been assured by our worker that this is more of a (great!) opportunity to hear about day to day routines, learn more about the kids, and have great resources right in front of us to ask questions.
So in other words, there shouldn't be any new, potentially earth-shattering information, as much as this is a chance to learn even more about the girls. We will give their worker our photobook at this meeting and I'm guessing that within the next week she'll be showing it to them. This will let them see us, our house, our dogs, and more. It's a way of introducing their "forever home" to them in a gentle way before we even actually meet.
We have a couple of more meetings next week (it never ends!) and then I'm hoping that we'll get the good news that at long last, we can finally meet the girls in person. The thought of this terrifies me (what if they hate us?!) and makes me teary (these are OUR girls) all at once.
In ironic fertility news, remember my period? The one that is usually AWOL for months at a time unless I take the crazy-inducing Provera? Well the little bugger showed up yesterday - within 43 days (this is good for my random, PCOS body) and is "text book perfect". Not that this means anything for us - Irish Boy still has no sperm - and it's not like one semi-regular period has my body completely back on track. But really? My period is such a douche.
Will update again soon - I so appreciate all of the prayers, words of support and excitement you all are sharing with us! Irish Boy and I are eternally grateful to all of you who have stayed the course with us and continue to cheer us on.
Love to you all,