No referral.
Nada.
This is part of the process that gets a little tougher.
And this is the official wait in the process.
The paperwork is out of our hands. There's even less control than before. And the unknowns are a little more painfully obvious.
One month ago today our paperwork was sent to China. And eight months ago today we officially began the process.
We know without a doubt we'll receive our little boy's (or girl's) file eventually, but the whole "It could come at any moment; today, tomorrow, a week from now, or even two months from now" -- that is just tough.
Every time the phone rings my heart stops. I run over to pick it up to anxiously see who it may be. If it's a local number, I'm hopeful it could be our social worker. But nearly every time it's just a telemarketer, or someone telling me how to save on life insurance. I've literally told the phone "Unless you've got a picture of our baby, DON'T CALL!" Don't worry -- I only spout my craziness at recordings, not actually people. :-)
We are ready to see who our child is. We've officially been in the process for 8 months now as of today exactly. 8!! We are ready to finally get a move on everything and be on that plane to China!!
We haven't done anything to prepare our little one's room yet. (Our son will be moved to what is now the guest bedroom. And our little guy/gal will take over his room -- which M is totally cool with.) We were waiting to prep both rooms once we were matched (plus we need to know for certain the gender). But lately? I've been itching to get his/her room started! And passing by the baby section at stores is killing me. Not that we have the money to really buy stuff (the struggle of adopting is that, well, you're financially drained at a time you would *love* to be buying all the cutesy and precious baby stuff -- this is when you're even more thankful for hand-me-downs, thrift stores, and Once Upon a Child).
So it's been one month since officially waiting. And who knows how much longer. And so we continue to pray, dream, and hope. While we're very anxious to see his (or her) face, we also know that will make the waiting even tougher, and the wait to get on that plane to get him/her will be excruciating.
Our little one...you are so loved already. We pray for you. We dream of you. We hope for you. And as the saying goes...
"We'll hold you in our hearts until we can hold you in our arms."
"We'll hold you in our hearts until we can hold you in our arms."
