Matt and I went to register on Saturday. I'm not sure that it accomplished much other than stressing me out. First of all, Babies R Us is a mad house on Saturdays. The sales associate made us listen to a half hour lecture on how to register (and by the way, lady, when someone checks the box "yes, I'm adopting" then they probably don't need to hear about your breast pump rental policies.) But the most stressful part is trying, as first time parents, to figure out what our 8 month old child will need. And talking to other parents of 8 months old doesn't help all that much because their children are not underweight and did not spend their first 8 months in an orphanage. And as if that wasn't enough- staring at all the shampoos and lotions only made me acutely aware that I need to figure out how to do his hair. I'm VERY thankful for Margo who gave me advice on "must-haves" for the trip to Ethiopia, and Suzi who gave me tips on good hair and skincare products.
On a completely different note, while registering we met a gentleman who is expecting twins through a serogate. That is a very interesting process. I hadn't thought about it before, but he was explaining how the children will be his legally from birth. But his wife will have to adopt the children because they used an egg donor. Interesting.