Off we went- we were fairly late, Felix was mad at me the entire drive. It really was my fault- I took FOREVER to get ready. We finally made it to the Walgreen's and we waited.... and waited.... and waited.... and waited. Felix swore we had missed her because we were 10 minutes late. I would have thought she would have waited, but I was beginning to think Felix was right. We called the only number we had for her and kept getting the answering machine- no dice. Our meeting wasn't going to happen.
I tried to stay positive, thinking that if I crumbled, Felix would know how upset I was, and he would get upset too. I suggested that we have a nice lunch, and look at this in a positive light- perhaps this was a very difficult decision and she had second thoughts. We called and left her a message saying exactly that, and that we understood. We tried to make it a normal Sunday afternoon, but we couldn't get out of our funk. We came back home and moped some more.
Later that day our phone rang- it was her! She apologized profusely and said that she had overslept and was so sorry that we had missed each other. She asked if we'd be willing to meet her the next day. Again- we said yes, hoping for the best!
Felix's Perspective:
So we arrived late. to no fault of my own. This is my pet peeve. If we are going to tell someone to meet us at a certain time then we most certainly better be their to greet the person, on time. I was so nervous. What was this person going to think of us? We wanted everything to be perfect so that Danelle liked us enough to consider us the eventual parents to her unborn child. So when got to Walgreens and started to look around, we initially did not see anyone and I started to get really nervous that the girl would not show up. I kept pacing and as time went on my heart began to break a little more. We finally gave up after an hour. We went out to lunch and sat there totally depressed. I was distraught. I want to be a dad so bad and I feel that it will never happen. Life is not supposed to be like this and at the age of thirty two, I felt that I was running out of chances to become a dad. When we went home that day, I think we took a nap. This whole ordeal had taken so much out of us and we were both hurt. Then we got the call that she had overslept and wanted to meet us the next day and once again we were excited but very cautious.
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