I'm not sure why but this past week has found me extremely anxious about the adoption. Not in a bad or depressed way; I guess I should call it more anticipation that anxiety. I don't know if it's because we have several good friends traveling to meet/pick up their children (both in Astrakhan and in Kyrgyzstan). We love following their journeys and hearing updates about their travels, but it is bringing up all of those memories of how exciting/overwhelming/exhausting the trips can be. Seeing pictures of the new families simply makes my heart melt. I'm sure knowing that we're near the top of the list isn't helping my patience level either.
Whatever the reason, this week has definitely brought a new level of anticipation to this process. I "feel" like something may happen soon. I have a need to finish so many of the projects that I've been putting off. I have a major case of nesting going on. I'm dying to start on the nursery, but I've promised myself that I'm leaving that project to undertake between our trips.
We've been on this journey for well over 18 months and have been waiting to meet our HotDog for almost 15 months (in both Russia and Kyrgyzstan). I feel almost a physical ache to hold my little girl in my arms.
The Chipmunk and I are heading to Atlanta this weekend to visit family. It will give the Monkey some good one-on-one time with his daddy, and will hopefully get my mind off of this craziness for a little while.