I can breathe now

Remember how I said I was going to have mini heart attacks every time my phone rang? Well, a few things have happened that are helping me get over that!

One. A few Fridays ago, our agency posted a text-only version of our birth parent letter on their website. It is accessible to anyone who visits their website and clicks on the "Choose A Family" link. That was a big deal to us, because it meant our info was really and truly OUT THERE! For anybody and their brother to see.

Jonathan woke me up the next morning by shaking our laptop in my face. "Look at this!" I groaned and said "What is it? I don't have my glasses on." He told me I would most definitely want to put them on. I remember thinking that it better be pretty good and not just some mediocre YouTube video of someone dancing around with a light sabre.

Well. Turns out that it was worth putting my glasses on. In our adoption e-mail box, we had a new message from a girl who had seen our profile. Among other things, she said "I want to give you my baby."

WHAT? WHAT?! WHAT?!?!?!

A trillion things went through my mind, but mostly... what do I do NOW? I went to all the trainings, listened intently, took notes. But now that it's actually happening... I've forgotten everything! What's the next step? Anyway, to make a long story medium-lengthed, it turns out that this person was either trying to scam us or was not the right situation for us. The next e-mail I received from her said that her daughter was "not small" and they've been living in an apartment and have run into financial difficulties. She even said her daughter has brown hair and brown eyes and "is very sweet." She ended the e-mail with "Think about it. I'll pray for you."

So. Either it was a scam (as our adoptive counselor suggested) or she has an older child that she is looking to place for adoption. Either way, not for us. This was okay, because I was a little hesitant from the minute I read the first e-mail... something didn't seem quite right. She didn't sign it, there were only a few sentences with no details about anything, etc. My hopes were not shattered or anything of the sort.

Two. A few days after that, our special adoption phone rang! We have two numbers that are dedicated to adoption stuff, one is a local number and one is a toll-free number. They are both routed to my cell phone so that I don't have to carry around two phones. We assigned a different ring tone to the adoption numbers, and I most definitely heard that ring coming from my pocket while I was at work the other day. Since I was with the kids at the time, I couldn't answer it. It was all I could think about until I could check my voicemail later that day.

Turns out, it was a wrong number. =)

So- those are the two reasons why I no longer have panic attacks when my phone rings these days. It's funny how things work out the way they do, because I never would've thought to HOPE for a scam and a wrong number right off the bat. However, it was probably the best thing that could have happened, because I am now (a little) more relaxed and feel more prepared for when we get the real call! Just goes to show that God knows what I need even when I don't.