I’m trying hard not to obsess. Which, by it’s very nature, implies I am obsessing. I’m trying to stay away from the adoption related forums and not to look at other people’s adoption time-lines. It serves no purpose for me to see what happened or is happening in other cases. I’m trying to do all this with grace. Tonight I am face down on the pavement. Splat.

Monday I had myself convinced that this week he’d have the embassy doc appointment and we’d be set to travel in four weeks. But as of tonight - still no word and no charge on the credit card – which isn’t a good sign. This morning I contemplated what it would be like to miss T’s first birthday. And I was at peace with it. But right now I’m just mad. And I’m mad at myself for being mad about something that is out of my control.