8 months. I'd like to whine and complain about how up until a couple of months ago we thought we'd have a referral by now. I'd like to wallow in the fact that we will not have a baby home by this summer like we thought we would. But then I hear myself. And I want to slap myself. Is waiting with no real end in sight hard? Yes. But then I remember that although I can't see the end, the end is actually out there. And I hate whining. I never want to paint the picture that the adoption process is all sunshine and roses or that I never really struggle, but the truth is that it could be so much worse. Rob and I have a great life and are immeasurably blessed, and while we're both ready to be a family of 3, I don't want to wish away our last months as a family of 2. So I choose to focus on the positive. Because in the end, happiness is a choice.
So, you might be wondering what we've been up to for the last month. We attended a dinner for waiting families at our Agency. It was really great to be able to meet other people in our same situation. We have another dinner coming up in a couple of weeks that I'm really excited about. We've also been slllooooowwwwlllyyy been working on the baby's room. We painted the room yellow, put up white wainscoting, finally admitted to ourselves how much we hated the shade of yellow we'd picked, and re-painted the room a much creamier yellow. We still need to put a final coat of white paint on the wainscoting, so I'll save a picture of the room for another post, but I'm loving how it's turning out. Other than some cake decorating, we've had a relatively slow month. I think it was the calm before the storm because almost every weekend in March is already full. As it turns out, busyness is a pretty good thing when you're waiting on a referral that isn't likely to come any time soon.
Now, for the official 8 month post, I'll turn the blog over to Rob to introduce you to his sister.
This is my sister M. She is currently enrolled at UT studying to become a veterinarian. He career path, coupled with the fact that she just can't seem to live without pets, is a good thing. Our hope is that Auntie M's love and access to animals will mean that time spent with her will be special, and our child will grow to love Auntie M the way we love her.