This is something you'll never hear me talk about on the radio

On the way home from the doctor's office this morning I asked Angela what baby-makin' details she wanted me to release out into the wild blue yonder known as Blogville, and she said that was entirely up to me. She has no reservations about being completely honest about the process that we're going through. She's literally been an open book these past few months anyway, so why stop now! She said if we can help or encourage someone else by being open, then go for it. I guess I'll just reveal what feels natural.

I had to laugh this morning. We got to the hospital a little before 9:00, and we had to pick up "Klaus" before we went to our doctor's office. (Klaus was donated in California, and came to us via Fed-Ex and freezers if you recall.) Anyway, after we signed for Klaus they released him to us in a little tiny vial inside of a large styrofoam cup with a plastic lid on top. It was my job to carry Klaus through the halls of the hospital and up to our doctor's office. I kept the sticker that displayed Angela's name and ID number facing my chest, so to an outsider it probably just looked like I was carrying a large cup of coffee. I blew across the top every once in awhile just for good measure. Ha!

Once we got to our doctor's office we had to sit in the waiting room for a few minutes, and I sat there with Klaus in my lap. There was no way I was going to set that cup down next to a bunch of magazines. The contents were far too valuable. And LIGHT. It felt like I was carrying an empty cup. But I digress. As we were sitting there waiting we had a chance to look over the computer print-out that came with Klaus and we noticed that there were 4.2 million little guys swimming around in this styrofoam cup. 4.2 million, right there in my lap! Let me just say, there is a definite sense of urgency that goes along with carrying that kind of precious cargo, and it makes waiting in the waiting room for any amount of time seem a bit gratuitous. Don't these people know time's a wastin'? We have 4.2 million reasons to beat your door down! But it wasn't long before Angela's name was called, and that produced a big, uncontrollable smile on her face. I was just concentrating on keeping Klaus steady. I handed him over to the doctor's assistant once we were in our room, and yada yada yada, the next thing we knew the doctor was telling Angela to lie there and rest for fifteen minutes. And then we were alone. Angela got teary-eyed as we sat there visiting and praying. Prior to this experience I think I've seen her cry once in the 8 years that we've been together. In the past week I think I've seen her cry three times. I didn't think we could grow much closer, but this experience is already having that effect. It was a pretty cool moment today. And a great reminder that this will be an interesting, highly-emotional ride!

So now we wait. And pray.