About court.  Well, I think it's all a crock.  They brought bio dad (which makes him sound like some super hero...so for here on out we'll call him donor!) from a prison 5 hours away.  We were in the court room all of 15 minutes till we were adjourned AGAIN till next week.  Apparently, the PUBLIC defender didn't realize he has previously defended bio mom (duh) so there was a conflict of interest and we got adjourned (did I mention it was for the SECOND TIME!?!?!?)  Anyway, paternal gma was there and asked me if I thought the donor looked like Sprout.  I said nope.  She started on a rant that (and I quote)

'that is why I was pushing for the DNA test to be done.  I think it would be horrible to move the baby from where he is striving (she meant THRIVING) and is so adjusted if we're not even sure it's the donor's son my grandson.  I would be taking in some stranger's baby and 'make him my grandson'.  What happens if there is a medical crisis 10 years down the road and we can't help him out!?!?  But I guess this is something you do out of obligation.   

Seriously!?!?!? 

Seriously!!!!!

Did I mention that the agency worker was standing RIGHT NEXT TO ME!!?!?!?  She had verb@l diarrhe@ and it just kept coming out.  Which ABSOLUTE KILLS me because 30 minutes earlier in the waiting room she was asking (in front of the county worker) what size clothes and what size diaper Sprout was in.  She also asked if she could buy him some stuff and send it home with me.  Can't begin to tell you how frustrated I was but I'm sure you can tell it by the 'tone' I'm typing in :)  And the best part is...we get to do it ALL AGAIN...next week :/  I'm too unhappy to post about the good and crazy things that happened today.  That'll have to wait till tomorrow!!!