Meeting My Son's Birth Mom

I was so nervous I threw up on the airplane from here to there, traveling to meet not only our soon-to-be son, but also his mom. It could have been the fact that I was twenty weeks pregnant, but the anxiety raging inside of me was certainly to be, at least partly, blamed as my stomach turned itself inside-out.

While I was upchucking the little food I had consumed before our flight, I thought about how she was his mom - no other word preceded “mom” yet. She was his mom, and yet I knew he would soon be our son.

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