So two weeks ago it was "YAY! They decided to continue special needs adoptions! You need to be ready to leave at any time!"
One week ago it was "YAY! Lots of families submitted in June like you guys are getting their dates! You weren't in the first batch, but you will be coming soon!"
Yesterday it was, "They are giving appts for families that are adopting kids over 5 yrs old regardless of special needs. THEN, after THOSE families, they will give dates to families adopting kids under 5 but with special needs already on the "list." Henry has arthrogryposis, which IS on the list.
Today, the rumor "du jour" is that the current "interpretation" of the Parliament's order in Henry's country is that only adoptions of children over 5 will be allowed before October 11...
Henry just turned one.
Sigh.
I am feeling numb again.
Deep in the throes of what I have recently named "the wating funk."
A friend asked me if I feel "pregnant"....
well, in a bizarre kind of "I can't make plans to do anything, can't concentrate on anything, feel antsy and edgy" way....
YES - I feel all the yucky last trimester stuff...
without the consolation of knowing my baby is safe and sound under my heart.
For an in-control, make-it-happen, Type A kind of person.... this is maddening....
but maybe that is why God is having me go through it.
To "flip flop" me into a better mommy....a better PERSON...when it all is finally done.
Whenever that may be.