
Next Wednesday, August 6th, will be the three year anniversary of starting the adoption process. The first two years, eleven months and three weeks of the wait were frustrating and difficult, but manageable. This last week has been agony. The uncertainty is driving me nuts. I can think of little else. Last night I dreamed a friend got referred a two month old and we got a four year old. My thoughts are following me into my dreams. There's no escape from High Anxiety. Agghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Don't get me wrong; I'm thrilled to be anxious about being this close to referrals. It's a nice issue to have. But I'm really whacked out and wired all the time. It's like I have Red Bull running through my veins instead of red blood.