Most of my fears were unrealized. No one said anything remotely nasty. I did, however, let my anxiety take ahold and ended up with sweaty palms and some righteous pit stains. (Though, whatever material my shirt was made out of? Well, they dried without leaving a dark mark! Woo!)

As I was the last of four to speak, I had a bit longer to get sweaty. It didn’t really help my anxiety that I was the only birth mother on a panel of really well-spoken adoptive mothers. Thankfully, not one of these mothers had an unkind word to say about their childrens’ first families. At all. In fact, I was almost moved to tears a couple of times. But I wore non-waterproof mascara and that’s not conducive to crying. Sometimes I’m smart.I

I do, actually, have more to say. I just needed to throw this post up here, brief as it may be, to let everyone know that The Child Still In My Womb is, actually, still in my womb. I had some heinous contractions on the way home from The Farm on  Saturday evening. We didn’t even make it to church on Sunday. I’m still rather tired today.

Tomorrow I’ll make some more sense. I hope.