November is National Adoption Awareness Month :)

And, apparently, November 17th is National Adoption Day.

And, we've now officially been "on the books" for two months.  Or "on the waiting list", if you prefer.  I prefer "on the books".  The term "waiting list" implies that we're just, you know, waiting for our number to come up.  Which isn't exactly untrue, but it also implies that our wait is as simple as checking names off of a list, and when our name is at the top of the list, our wait will be over.  That seems to be a common misconception, so I think I'll go with "on the books" from now on.  

Nothing new to report on our end.  I still entertain the idea of calling our case worker to see if there's been any, you know, "activity" with our portfolios . . . but I haven't.  (And, of course, by "calling" I really mean "emailing".)  I was hoping I'd be immune to the ringing-induced tachycardia I had heard so much about in hopeful adoptive families, but that does not seem to be the case; my heart does, indeed, speed up with anticipation every time the dang phone rings.  Which is often, because every political group under the sun seems to have our phone number this election season.  I think I reach my target heart rate at least half a dozen times per day!  

I've put Operation: Lactation Initiation on hold for the time being.  Don't get me wrong, I am greatly encouraged by the small amount of success I had based on how intermittently I was making whole-hearted, honest attempts at pumping on a regular basis; I am still fully committed to this end and I plan on getting back to it once we are, you know, "closer".  :)  

As for the so-called "rest of our lives", nothing new to report there, either!  Wow, I wonder if I should even post this entry . . . it's so full of nothing!  It doesn't help that today is a cold, grey, dreary, rainy day and I'm feeling like Eeyore is my kindred spirit and I'm fighting the urge to go take a nap because it's just such a perfect day for napping!  

In summary: I wish I had something exciting to report, but I don't.  Not yet.  My thoughts and prayers go out to all the other hopeful adoptive families like ours, who are waiting just as [im]patiently for "the call".  This isn't going to happen in our time, it will happen in His time.  God is in control.  It will happen when it's meant to happen, and not a moment sooner (or later).  These are the things I need to remember . . .