Today? Our Dossier has been in the hands of the adoption agency for two weeks.
For two weeks they have *hopefully* been working to get all the necessary authentications (Read HERE for more deliciously-detailed details).
For two weeks I have been trying to
estimate guess at when we might receive a referral.
For two weeks I have been praying that our finalized Dossier gets back quickly so we can even get on that "waiting for a referral" list that we so desperately want to be on...With the cool kids.
And so I don't go through another bottle of Tums. Yes. Another. Bottle.
For two weeks I have been imagining a nursery, brainstorming about the canvas art I am creating for it, wondering what the likelihood is that we might get (gulp) two babies.....
For two weeks? I haven't heard anything from the agency. Except that it's "being processed".
Suddenly I am reminded of an analogy I made long ago about adoption and airplanes.
I am comforted slightly with the knowledge that I was right. ( I like to be right... Who doesn't?)
I am also comforted by Nutella.
But if it goes much longer? Nutella will be my worst enemy.
And I don't want that to happen.