It's been an incredibly crazy few days, but let me back up.
The 'realness' of adopting hits me in stages. Every once in awhile I take a giant step forward in that realm. Monday was one of those days. I was blindsided with the thought "This is really happening. It's not just a 'good idea' anymore."
Hello ?!? You spend your days compiling documents, reading adoption blogs, and scheduling doctors' appointments... and you're just figuring this out now?
Yes and no.
It's like when you first see those 2 little pink lines. While you know you're pregnant, it becomes more real after the blood test... the first flutter... out-growing your jeans... not being able to touch your toes... this really is happening.
Fast-forward to Wednesday morning. The phone rang and the brief thought it might be our Social Worker flashed through my mind. As I reached for the phone, Caller ID told me I was correct.
"Carla, you dossier's been registered..."
".... you need to fly out on the third."
We were suppose to have our dossier registered. [wait] Get out travel dates. [wait] Travel.
I felt like Aaron Rodgers after winning the Super Bowl...
"Aaron Rodgers, now that you've won the Super Bowl, what are you going to do?"
... "I'M GOING TO DISNEY WORLD !"
"WE'RE GOING TO [ insert country here ] !!!"
The excitement and tears were soon quelled by the list of things needing to occur before departure.
-- childcare secured: check
-- visas: pending
-- flights: check
-- etc. etc. etc.
Tasks are being checked off of our list. The packing has commenced. The anticipation grows.
Before I go back to chiseling away at my to-do list, I'm going to steal a closing line from Reece's Rainbow Blogger Mommy Ashley.
One thing I know for sure:
...next week we'll meet our Little Dude!