The backup plan - and destiny

OK... so now we are getting to the fun part.

We decided to retreat to our Villa above Malibu and think about it as you can see ..... oops, ahead of myself.

Paul decided that we needed a plan B and after a little coaxing with me (I still had hope for the Vietnamese at this point) we booked flights to LA on January 3rd to meet with our prospective new (and high priced) Beverly Hills "Adoption attorney to the stars"!

I had taken a new job back in October and along with him pretty much guaranteeing us a baby - it all sounded like the world was aligned for us at this point.

After an intense "introduction and how to" meeting with him (of which we had to pay for of course) we left with a stack of forms to review, stars in our eyes and a potential hit to our bank balance that our check books had never seen (and hopefuly never will).

After going to the Getty Villa, lunch at the Ivy (where Sarah Michelle Geller had to wait on our table) and dinner at Mr Chows (where we sat next to Donna Karan and across from Ivanka Trump... no lie) we landed the next morning at Mels on Sunset to make our decision .... and called Mr power attorney and agreed to his terms, his fees and his 1.5 year wait. Thankfully we were going to wait until we got home to sign the forms and send the check.

That night, while getting dressed for dinner (in our beautiful room at the Ritz Carlton in Pasadena by the way) we got a call from our friends Todd and Martin who adopted little Taylor earlier in the year. There was to be an (unexpected) biological cousin to little Taylor and her mother was looking for a family to adopt on her own - and she lived 15 minutes away from us and was willing to meet us the next night when we flew home. Turns out, at only a few weeks pregnant she wanted someone who would commit early, be a part of the pregnancy and the birth. After only 2 meetings, all three of us knew it was meant to be and suddenly without forms, governement agencies or lawyers we were pregnant.