So we had kept ourselves on #Adoption gency A's waiting list to go into their pool JUST IN CASE for some odd reason we weren't accepted into Agency B (they found out about our Meth Lab, etc. JOKE , people, joke!). So today Agency A wrote us saying we are next to go into their pool from the wait list (we were put on in July). How cray is thaaaaaaat- that wasn't a typo, I really say cray. I am 33 going on 15. Anyway, imagine waiting to wait. In Agency A you are on a wait list of about 15 people until you go into the actual pool of 30ish people where you wait an average of 1-3 years. You see why we chose Agency B. No wait list, you are straight VIP from the getgo and most people adopt within a year. So Agency A asked if we wanted in the pool or were accepted to the other program. I knew Agency B had gotten our clearances back, but did that mean we were accepted? I was kind of waiting for a letter, so instead I wrote them. OH, we are accepted. That would have been nice information to know. I am kind of worrying about their communication at this point, but we are in it to win it, now! I told Agency A to take us off their waiting list, that we are VIP elsewhere. So it is Facebook official: We are working with a #placementagency! Thank goodness, imagine all that profile book work going to waste ;)
We are almost done with our #adoptionprofilebook, and my best friend, also known to some as my leader, is going to review it this weekend and take our picture for the cover! I just emailed the hubs that he needs to fit in time to get a haircut this weekend cause we need to look FLYYYYYYYYY! Not that he isn't fly when he lets his hair get all Erykah Badu on us. Truly gorgeous. Glad my monthly is over so I don't have that putrid pimple that makes my chin look like it is pregnant anymore. OH, what to wear! I have had some major fun with this scrapbook program in general, but I am throwing a party when this book is finished. RSVP below and you are all assigned to bring #wine.
Tonight is the night! Our #adoptionsupportgroup is meeting for the first time. I am still considering starting my own group since I have never been a good follower, but we will see how it pans out. We definitely ARE meeting at the library. YAAWN. I want to weep over our issues over food and wine! Not sit under fluorescent bulbs. If people do end up doing the 'ugly cry', imagine how much uglier we will look under those things! Double whammy. I'm sure these people would rather cry with a steak in their mouth and take the edge off with some Pinot. If I start my own group, it will be New York themed with rules like 1. No weeping or ugly almost weeping faces. 2. No fluorescent lighting 3. No details about your womenly organs 4. No talking for more than 3 minutes at a time. 5. #Donuts and wine are mandatory. Let's talk about #4...I mean you know you like this rule. Don't look at me like that! We only have so much time and if woman A goes on a 15 minute tangent about her eggs being fried up, there's no room for woman B to talk about hers! Let's be fair, ladies. I would bring a timer, set it for 3 minutes and DING, NEXT! Pass the Krispy Kremes and let's move on. I have a tendency to be sweet. In my sleep.
DING, time's up! I am waiting to wait for you, little one-
Bumpless Baby Mama
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