(Celebratory Cinco de Mayo wall art done by Bec o' my heart.
If you don't know what "Sophie" means, maybe I'll let you in on the secret sometime.)
We attended our first Adoptive Couples Education Workshop this evening. By the time the two+ hours had passed, my brain was ready to explode. But it was good. The topics for tonight included (but were not limited to) presentations and discussion about open vs. closed adoption, adoption tax credit, and gift ideas for birth mothers. Both our heads were buzzing when we left the BYU Law School tonight. I think all the cute scrapbooking stuff at the end is what finally did Rob in. (Okay, and me too.)
I didn't make it to Social Security today for my replacement card. I was feeling too raunchy today for an errand I knew could wait till tomorrow. I'm guessing it's perfectly normal to feel as if I'd been hit by a truck, under the circumstances. On our way home and after an emergency stop for a hospital cheeseburger with fries, Rob swung by Smith's and bought me an adoption-sized bottle of pot pourri-flavored chewable sidewalk chalk tablets to kill my rot gut. It's helping a little, but I may be up a while yet, waiting for some "Peace, be still" to happen.
By the way, did you know the law says you may only ask Social Security for three replacements per year, and ten total your entire life? Even though I've gone for many years with the same card, learning there was a limit sent me into a small panic. Suddenly I'm thinking of scenarios that might make it necessary for me to repeatedly order replacements and reach the dreaded quota. What then? Would I be assigned a new identity or simply exiled?
Neurotic Question of the Day: What if the child(ren) we adopt can't stand us? I mean, we are from Planet 10. That makes us high-risk parents.
And since I think I missed asking my Neurotic Question of the Day yesterday, here's the most basic one I can think of: Will anybody choose us?
You don't have to answer those. I just need to get them out of my system, one by one. If they get too personal, I might have to go underground.
Inspiration of the Day: It's time to start praying for the protection of our kid-to-be, whether in or out of the oven already. It's also time to pray for the birth mom.
Haps Du Jour:
- Clean sheets and pillowcases
- Loving messages from people I adore
- Being treated to another mini-concert by our neighbor the rockstar
- Birds of my neighborhood
- Listening to The New Pornographers on Lala (you'd better get your fill of Lala by the end of the month, y'all)
- Cooking my first Pad Thai
- Inventing a new sweets recipe in honor of a new friend—I call them "Blueberry Hackworths," and they're a cross between fruit snacks and Turkish Delight. They didn't set up in time for delivery this afternoon, but might by tomorrow. They need time to breathe.
- Looking at proofs with Mum and Justin and talking about beautiful Haitians
- Getting the hang of the budgeting program
- Jeans getting loose, even if it means having to make alterations
- Becca's bright color wall—better than a lava lamp! better than Consuelo's door-to-door chicken tamales!
- Clean sheets and pillowcases (oh yeah, those—time to sleep)