3rd Time's the Charm?

I leave my cubical for 2.5 minutes to heat up lunch.

I get back to find that I missed a phone call from the agency. 

Pretty sure it only means one thing at this point given the conversation that occurred a couple weeks ago.

I call back with my stomach in my throat, hands shaking.

Caseworker is on the phone.  (f*ck!)  I leave a voicemail.

I check e-mail to see if there's a real-time e-mail coming from S telling me he's on the phone.  Nope.

I start to send him a text....

My desk phone rings.  It's him.

I answer, "Please tell me Caseworker called you!  Give me good news!"

It's good and terrifying

The basics:
- Baby boy due at the end of August (terrifying, long time)
- Mom really likes our open attitude (yay!)
- Mom wants to meet a couple times before birth
- Mom has been engaged in counseling for a while (good - better than last year when D was trying to pretend like it wasn't all happening)
- Dad on board with adoption plan. 
- Dad not in state, but appears to want some kind of communication

More details will be given to us on Monday.  For us, it's a formality, this "formal presentation".  We have never said No after the formal presentation.  We're matched again: it feels exciting, scary, terrifying, and I'm petrified.  But I want to go shopping for baby crap that we don't need!  That's positive, right?


I have a dam inspection at the end of August.  Figures.