The anticipation is killing me. I keep fearing the worst and hoping for the best. N asked if we could have some girl talk on Sunday, but she never answered her phone or called, and she hasn't responded to my texts since then.
I'm sure she's uncomfortable, and she's had a pretty crappy pregnancy, and she told me that she is feeling sad about the upcoming adoption, so I think all of these things factor in to us not communicating much, but it is still freaking me out a little.
Really, things could happen at any time, but I'm thinking it's going to be the week of Feb 18.
Like I said, the anticipation is killing me.
Sigh.
Life as an adoptive family.
My Story
- Rachel
- 4 miscarriages, 3 failed IVFs with PGD, 2 different sperm donors, 1 diagnosis of balanced translocation. Now we are the proud parents of a boy via domestic infant semi-open adoption. We had a failed match for kid #2 and are now matched again.
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It would freak me out too. Crossing my fingers and praying for you!
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