At dinner last night, I told DH we really need to buy the baby basics. His reply?
"Mmm . . . I dunno."
When I asked him what he meant, he said, "Well, you know, I just worry about karma."
Who is this cool-footed man eating dinner with me? Isn't he the one who mentioned adoption YEARS ago? Is he not the one who thought this was a great idea because he was worried about me and my mental & physical health? Oh, how the tables have turned.
So, in true faithful, hopeful fashion I shared with him what our agency owner said to me, "Oh honey . . . we're adopting. Everyone gets a baby! It'll be okay."
And dammit, I want to order baby stuff. NOW. :)