He's sort of pregnant too

Yesterday we went for our psychiatric evaluation. All went very well and we were quite comfortable with the Dr. We did some testing, but will have to go back for the IQ test and more interviews. So I will keep everyone up to date on whether or not we are crazy and, of course, the results of the IQ test. Jason is so sure that he'll be smarter than me. And, well, I have no doubt that will certainly be the case also...but, like I said, a girl can dream, right?

After the psychiatric evaluation, we drove across town for Jason's one on one with the social worker. We are so very blessed...I love this lady to pieces. She has a wealth of knowledge (she is an International Adoption Social worker specialist and has been for 35+ years!) And, we've learned, she is a born again christian. We have been so blessed with everyone we've come in contact with throughout this process are either christians or at least understand our view of things. That is one thing that I prayed for, favor with them all...because I know that not everyone in these professions have christian views. God is so good.

Anyway, back to the title of this post. On the way home from Baton Rouge, Jason and I were talking about the fact that while I was pregnant for Bayli, he was super involved, but I was basically the one doing everything. It was my Dr. appointment that he'd come along to. He was there for ultrasounds and there for the delivery, but I was really the one having the baby. He was absolutely by my side the entire way...my biggest cheerleader and the happiest soon-to-be-father ever. But, let's face it...without me the process may not have worked exactly right. But, as part of the miracle of adoption, he totally gets to be pregnant too. He is evaluated and interviewed just as much as I am. Even though I've done all of the paperwork, he definitely is responsible for his part of this process. What an amazing experience that we both get to take an equal part in! And I love watching him do his part with a joyful heart, he is as excited as I am about everything! But, he was not so thrilled when I told him, "Congratulations honey...your pregnant!" I guess we'll need to rephrase that going forward.

God, I thank you that all has gone well this week. I am sort of getting used to letting you drive all of the time...you know how hard that is for me. You orchestrated things quite nicely this weekm if I do say so myself! Thank you for all of your many blessings and for your favor with people we meet along the way during this journey!


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