Doesn't feel quite real

I've embarked on many airplane trips with the hint that my life might be different when I returned ... setting off alone to view my eventual college choice, Washington University; boarding an international flight alone for the first time to go to study abroad for the year in England; going to Israel on a community mission, to France for a bike trip, and on a singles trip in Costa Rica. But this trip I KNOW that my life will never be the same, and it is having a hard time sinking in. Getting ready for this trip has involved so many different project plans. Creating a baby's room out of a junk room. Assembling suitcases full of all the stuff a baby needs (when I've never really had much experience with babies.) Gathering all the necessary forms and documentation. Preparing to leave work for a month. Preparing to leave home for a month. Preparing to spend a month in a hotel room during monsoon season. Oh, and the fact that a baby is going to be coming home with us? Pretty easy to forget in all that.

And, as Adam pointed out, it's not like we've gotten a lot of evidence of a coming baby. One scan that looked like a baby. One picture of our glowing surrogate. Lots of money transferred out of our bank account, and sporadic e-mails with scant details.

So, baby, ready or not, here we come for you. We know you're going to change our lives, but can't imagine just how completely.