So, last December I officially entered into this adoption journey. I chose my agency, sent in my initial application fee and somehow convinced myself that December of this year, I would actually have my punkin home. I thought that by this time I would be about to travel and would be finishing up a bedroom and starting the punkins Christmas shopping so I didn't have to worry about it when we got home and were trying to settle in. I basically set up this perfect little time line in my head and it all worked perfectly, right? WRONG! The problem with my timeline is that I grossly underestimated how long it would take to get the paperwork done. I had no idea that home studies take several weeks, collecting documents can be agonizing and that fingerprints clearing homeland security take time. In my head, this whole process was going to take under a year from start to finish. I was optimistic. That's not my nature usually but hey, I guess there's a first time for everything.
So now I regroup. As of today I have been on the official wait list for 4 months and about 2 weeks. As of the latest update from my agency the family that's next of the waiting list for a child older than 18 months has a wait date of early February. That means that they have been waiting 9 months. If that wait holds true(again, being optimistic here) it will be at least February before I find out who the Punkin is. In the big picture of life, 9 months is not a big deal. In fact that's about a normal pregnancy(minus the 6 month paperwork period). I just have to remember that it will happen when it happens. I read on another blog where someone wrote, "I would have liked the wait to have been 6 months shorter, but if it had been, I would have ended up with a different child, and we couldn't imagine not having the boy we got". So, I need to learn patience.
So for now, I wait. And I dream, and I anticipate but my pity party for one is over now. What's worth having is worth waiting for so I'm just siting here, waiting for my punkin to come
