Pre-Adoption Freakout (first in a series) 9/1/2004
Well, I shouldn’t be surprised. Last night I had my first (no doubt of many more) emotional freak-out over our impending parenthood. I was supposed to come home from work, fix dinner, and then get some stuff done around the house to prepare for a visit from my parents who arrive tomorrow. Sounded simple enough, and I’d had a good day at work. I came home ready to tackle the evening’s task list.
Hormones thrown in with a lot of stress and anxiety over the past few weeks caught up with me, and I found myself utterly unable to accomplish anything aside from crying and ranting about how I couldn’t possibly ever be trusted with anything so precious as a human child when I couldn’t seem to handle basic preparation of a single meal. Steve, thankfully, had his head on straight and talked me back into temporary sanity. (Take note, those of you who think we should ever vote for a female President!!)
“Are we really going to do this?” I asked.
“Yes, we are.” He answered with an encouraging smile.
“Even with a blubbering idiot for a mother?”
“Even then.”
Poor kid. 
