It was just that kind of night.

A bunch of us went out for drinks after work (here, and it was awesome). I had never been there before (had I been paying we wouldn’t have stayed either) and it was gorgeous. It was a beautiful breezy night and we parked ourselves in a corner with a great view of the Harbor. I’m standing there (feeling very new York, thank you very much), sipping my Belvedere & Tonic and feeling pretty good. All of a sudden, I decide that I’m going to tell them.

I’ve outed myself. I finally told people at work that we are adopting. Prior to yesterday there were only three people that knew and I swore them to secrecy. Can you believe it – I did not get ONE stupid comment. NOT ONE! I am so amazed, especially since there was alcohol involved, and people are exceptionally loose lipped after a few drinks. I had braced myself for it, I figured there had to be at least one “what an honorable thing to do” or maybe a “now you’ll get pregnant”. But surprisingly not. Only warm hearted congratulations, a lot of “how exciting” and “how wonderful. A few people asked me questions, but it was normal stuff, like what gender, how soon, what country. A lot of people told me how someone close to them was also adopting. I think they all must have figured that news was coming…I am no spring chicken and they must all have been wondering why we had no kids yet. And they gave it the appropriate level of attention too…know what I mean? They didn’t dwell on it, but didn’t blow it off either. I was actually happy I told them, go figure! When I told my boss I was outed (and he was allowed to talk about it if asked), he said, “good, why shouldn’t you share that kind of exciting stuff?” (lot’s of reasons actually, but let’s stay positive, here, shall we?) Now if we could only get my family to react that way….

Speaking of which, my SIL (I think I need to come up with a good nickname for her - suggestions welcomed) called my husband and asked him if he liked the Jeep Stroller. I can’t imagine her spending this kind of money, so I’m thinking someone must be selling it or better yet throwing it out.

And no I171H yet!! Come on work with me here people!! I’m dying over here!!!

Nothing much else to say. I’m tired of thinking about adoption really. The process, the stigma, other people’s opinions, the comments, my anxiety, all of it. Just call me when the kid’s ready and I’ll come pick him up. (Ooh Freudian slip? Notice I said him and not her?). From that day on I’ll just be plain ol’ “mom” and like it.