I'm a worrier by nature. Those of you who know me well know that I come by it honestly. My mother was a world-champion worrier. In fact, if there were an Olympic sport for worrying my mother would have been the Michael Phelps of that competition. So it's no surprise that I am following in her footsteps. In fact, I worry so much that when I have nothing to worry about for myself, I worry about other people, many of whom I don't even know. So it comes as no surprise to me that I'm worrying about everything when it comes to the adoption. But I wasn't expecting the anxiety that is accompanying it. I am anxious all the time. I have my cell phone charged at all times ready to go and if I even leave my office for a second I'm constantly checking to see if I missed a call. That's a a big sign of my anxiety. I don't enjoy being on the phone in general but I really am not a fan of cell phones and most of the time I can't even remember to charge it. But because I'm expecting a referral I now have to be at the ready just in case they can't reach me at the other three numbers they have for me. When I sleep, assuming I can even fall asleep which has been a real struggle of late, all my thoughts are of the Punkin. Will I be able to get everything ready between the time I get the referral call and when we travel? What if they don't bond to me? Have I read enough books? Have I read the wright books? Will an eight week maternity leave be enough time for he/she to bond with me and to recognize that even though they'll spend much of their time with Auntie Kate, I am still the mommy and the go to person? In reality, I know that everything will work itself out and that I have and will continue to take the steps I need to make it all work. But since I have a LOT of time and NOTHING to occupy my time with I worry. I know, I need to find a hobby.
My nephew Jacob is now out of his crib and in his big boy toddler bed. When I went upstairs to see his new bed I asked him where his crib went. He looked at me like I was an idiot and said "Dantie, I give to you baby in Epiopia". I said oh Jakey, it didn't go to Ethiopia. It went downstairs to Auntie's house and it's in the baby's room. He put on his angry face and said "Daddy, I telled you to give that baby crib to Dantie's baby in Epiopia!" I have that poor kid totally confused. Every time he sees a plane he yells "Dantie, there's you baby! Go get you baby from Epiopia". I went to Washington DC a couple of weeks ago. When I walked in the house he wanted to know where my baby was. He thought that since I went on a plane that I went to get the baby.
Speaking of Washington DC, I went there over Easter weekend to meet up with My sister Amy and her husband Kevin and their kids Nate and Sarah. We had a fantastic time. Had a lot of fun, did a lot of sight seeing and had good quality auntie time with the kids. Nate is reading the Outsiders, one of my all time fav books so we talked about that and then Sarah tried to convince me of the musical merits of Miley Cyrus. Yeah, she didn't win me over but man, she tried!
Well, I guess I'll get back to worrying, uh, I mean work.
