I have been amazed throughout the past few months at how calm and patient I have felt regarding this adoption process. I read about people who have to focus all their energy on trying not to bite their nails all the way down, or to keep from pulling all their hair out while they wait for news of an available baby from their agency. And I haven't really been able to identify with these people. Until now.
I don't know what has changed, but the past week has been getting hard for me. Maybe it's because by my calculations, we should be EXTREMELY close to getting our referral. I keep feeling like it could be any day now. Or maybe it's because lately it seems I can't go anywhere or see anyone without them asking, "how is your adoption going?". Or, maybe it's because the last of my pregnant family and friends have just delivered, which only makes sense that now it's MY TURN.
A week from today marks one year since we lost our last pregnancy. I guess I thought I was over the emotion of that time, but judging by the tears on my cheeks, I guess not. I think I was secretly hoping to know of our next child before reaching this milestone.
Anyone know a good Bible verse to help sustain me during the wait?