I don't do well keeping things under wraps. I really don't. When it's my life I want to tell anyone and everyone who will listen. However... sometimes I think "I should just wait and hold off. Don't get everyone's hopes up, for possible disappointment. Keep that to yourself... it'll be better to hold off on the instant gratification of sharing the news as opposed to individually telling those who you love". Know what I mean? Right.
Since I truly believe that although everyone I know has this blog address and about eh, two of you may read it... I figure it's a pretty safe bet that I can devulge what's been eating at me for a week now, right? Right.
We're "in waiting". Which, in and of itself, is truly not much. We contacted the foster office and told them before Christmas sometime that we wanted to go forward with another child. (yay, raaaah!!) The waiting is killing me. We have had to jump through minimal hoops to get to the point we got to yesterday/today but hey, we're here. Now... God, can I please get whatever child you've got coming to us? Please?? Please???
Backing up, to where I was before that rant... before Christmas I told our caseworker we were ready for another. We were offered twins--which I sanely replied "no" to. (Be proud... anyone who knows how I was two years ago would have cautiously said "you refused a child?") We were then told we had to have another walk through, as well as inspection (hoorah) and complete a bit of paperwork. So... we finished that effective yesterday (sort of, emailed something else today that was minor and pointless).
And, add in, while we were in the beginning stages of looking towards this... I put in a few requests for small stuff through an online chat board for baby items we didn't have. ...between telling our story of "we adopt through foster care" I ended up having people offer to give us every item we were in need of for a very minimal cost--if not free. Insane. And, it's all here... ready for this child to come home into. The only "need" we'll have beyond the basics are clothes (and what parent/grandparent of just boys isn't ready to go buck wild on pink and purple cuteness??).
So, yeah. We're back into the waiting game... kind of similar to a woman who is nine months pregnant waiting for the baby to begin the contractions and present itself. We're in that game... preparing like crazy, with the hopes of soon becoming parents for the third time.
Oh... and did I mention... if you're actually reading this--feel priveledged cause "it's a surprise". ;)
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