It's been a few days so I figured I should post. Not much is new.
This past Friday, we received an official e-mail (the only kind I'm paying attention to anymore) from CCAI, saying they had received only expedited May and June referrals in their latest batch. Expedited referrals are for families who are expecting Waiting Children or who are of Chinese descent. In any case, there were no April referrals, and no indication of when they might arrive. Some people have been posting on the April DTC board (which has defected from the March/April board now that the March people are all "got my plane tickets!" and "more photos of my precious angel!" and other stuff April folks don't want to hear about right now) all kinds of rumors from far-flung agencies around the world about terrorist threats, disease quarantines and general CCAA slow-downs from this point forward, but the fact is nobody knows bubkes. That's "nothing" for you non-Yiddish speakers. (Which I admit is questionable grammar.)
I just returned from BRU, where I was buying some more shower gifts and a few little things we needed while I was at it. It's interesting how my purchases have grown increasingly practical over the past few months. I used to be dazzled by velour separates and anything with darling appliques. Now I stride briskly past the frou-frou areas ("Amateurs!") and head straight to the safety and infant care, with an occasional dabble in bath and bedding. Today I picked up some more disposable items for our trip--bibs and changing pads. I hate to do all that littering but just this once!
Strangely, today was one of those days when I was downright sanguine about all the pregnant women. I sailed past them with only the barest of acknowledgement, vaguely thinking, "My, how they stick out in front! What a poor user interface! How do they get around?" Their condition seemed totally unrelated to me, as if we were different species. I am part of the species who produce offspring only in China, with a 13-14 month total gestation period. When the baby is ready, parents board an airplane to facilitate delivery. For two weeks postpartum, we live in hotel rooms. Our babies are large and interactive and arrive in eight or nine layers of clothing. Their first nourishment is rice cereal and pureed pears. See a special on our fascinating breeding habits on "National Geographic," narrated by Lisa Ling.
But it's okay to be different. Don't they tell kids that all the time? We're okay this way. And today I feel especially okay for some reason.
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hi sam: someone once said (tom petty actually), "the waiting is the hardest part." having experienced both a physical pregnancy and a paper (adoption) pregnancy, i can tell you that the last days are excruciatingly the same for both types, with the exception that near the end of the physical pregnancy, there are many uncomfortable, sometimes painful, and occasionally gross things happening to one's body ;-) the problem with the paper pregnancy is that, in my case, the computer seemed to be some sort of umbilical cord and i just could not tear myself away from it. so i'm happy to hear that you're managing to get out to the shops, etc. i sympathize with your misery and assure you that someday it will be a distant memory. the smell of your baby's head will erase the pain of the long wait. i promise. much love, jalan
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