23w6d

On the eve of 24 weeks waiting for our baby to find us, I find myself sort of floating. I'm here, I'm there, I'm nowhere. I have work to think about-to focus on. I have friends to reconnect with, books to read, tv shows to start watching. I am pretty okay, I think. All I know is is that THIS is harder than any TWW I personally ever went through. I guess it would be because it's been like 12 TWWs by now. I am trying hard to remember that the light is shining brightly from the end of the tunnel, and we are closer to being parents than we've ever been.

Since we activated with our agency we have moved from #43 to #23 on the list. They have placed or matched 20 adoptive families ahead of us in the 23 weeks we've been waiting. Even if nothing happens and we end up waiting until we get to the top of the list, we should be there by the end of May. So by summer, we could have our baby.

BigTex is so convinced that we will have a little one by this summer that we have decided (well, mostly he's decided) that we should hold off planning any of our annual trips--no trip to Texas in May, no big summer trip in July. He doesn't have that much time off to use, and he wants to save it for when the baby comes and when hopefully his family will come to visit, once baby comes. I understand where he's coming from, I just would have liked to have a trip to look forward to. I am going to try to get him to agree to a couple of low-cost weekend getaways because I am positive that I will not make it to summer without something fun to look forward to during these crappy, snow-filled January days.

I am hoping that BigTex is right and that we will have our baby by summer. HOPE is good, right?