When I was pregnant, I only had to be pregnant for one day a week. Tuesdays. Tuesdays, I was pregnant, and there was no distraction. But Wednesdays! That was the middle of the week, meaning I was already half way done with another pregnancy week and could justify saying I was closer to the next week than the last. Thursdays were almost Fridays. Fridays were Fridays! The weekends don't count. And Mondays are great because it's the glorious day of a new week. So, like I said, I only HAD to be pregnant on Tuesdays. It made counting down those final weeks to the birth manageable.
So, I present my adoption math/countdown.
I am suspecting that it will be July before we can get Jemma even though I've been praying and telling people June for months now. So, here goes...
February is basically over. We have Sammy's birthday and then birthday party. Plus weekends don't count in adoptions either. From Friday to Sunday, the CCCWA is closed because they are 13 hours ahead and it's their weekend. So we're already into March.
We have March Forth - our family holiday to celebrate the Great Commission. Then The Drop Box Movie. I think there are some doctor appointments thrown in there. {But mostly, my dad will be out of the country for the month of March, so I'm hoping that coinciding with the weather warming up (PLEASE, GOD, LET THE WEATHER WARM UP IN MARCH), I'm going to be able to spend more time with my mom so the two of us can pass the time quicker.} First weekend in March is the Ladies' Retreat at church which I am attending (first time since Phoebe was a tiny baby and I miscarried our 3rd pregnancy - wow, that was wild!). Also, there is a birthday party that Sunday. Then a whole week of routine, which I'm good with as long as it only comes once in a while and on an irregular basis. *GRIN*
The following week is St Patrick's day which means Shamrock shakes at McDonald's. Then the NCAA tournament - usually Phil takes off of work for the first two rounds, so this is like a mini vacation.
The 4th week of March is another routine week. SO that means, if you're keeping score, I've only had to wait 2 weeks for the adoption so far. After that is Palm Sunday and then the AWANA fair (and I heard there is cotton candy so that will keep me going for at least that week alone!) and then EASTER!!! That's my favorite holiday and I usually host a big brunch after church! CANNOT WAIT.
And we're all the way into April already! 2 more routine weeks and we're up to 4 total now and in the middle of those is the kids' piano recital. My mom's birthday is the 22nd and my sister leaves for China as a volunteer nurse with (un)adopted (see the side bar to get to her blog). I hope to help the family during that time while she's away. Or at least stalk her blog to soak up all the China that she is seeing and experiencing - mostly those precious orphans!!! I'm hoping that my weeks in April will be used for getting ready for the Fundraiser Rummage Sale. So I'm going to take one week in April as a discount on the month of routines because I'm sure that getting ready for a rummage is less than routine! Plus it SURELY HAS TO BE WARM OUTSIDE BY APRIL, RIGHT??? So that's probably only 1 total routine week in April for a grand tally of 3.
And then, oh my word, it'll be MAY IN NO TIME! AHHHH! May will be a whirlwind with finishing up the school year. Oh and there's Mother's Day - how could I forget that? Even though I suspect a lot will go on that month, I see that the only thing on the calendar is Mother's Day, Armed Forces Day, and Victoria Day for the Canadians... which I'm not. So.... Well, then we go to the Lake House with our friends for a four day Memorial Day Weekend trip! And I'll have to pack (even though I only pack under pressure - read "last minute" - I will PLAN to pack early and make lists - so that counts for a week of preparation). So in May, we can add a generous 3 weeks to the tally of waiting for Jemma. And now, we're to 6. Six weeks.
June. No one can count June. June is the month you get to finally relax. It's finally summer. Finished another school year. It doesn't count towards the tally at all.
So, the way I see it, I ONLY HAVE TO WAIT 6 WEEKS UNTIL I GET TO HOLD MY SWEET BABY GIRL!!!
See, I'm a glass half-full kind of girl. Or a rebel against routine? But hey, they is how I wait. I LOVE ANTICIPATION. And when I look at the calendar, knowing I am going to be waiting for a while yet, I allow myself to focus on the life I have right now and anticipate that in the meantime. When you're waiting for a child, it can be agony. When you're waiting for a child that has been born and is being raised on the other side of the world, it COULD mess with you. What I realized during Sammy's adoption and see, too, with Jemma's, is that my child is not just being cared for by nannies changing shifts regularly. She is being rocked to sleep by Jesus, Himself. When she gets an owie, I trust that He kisses it and makes it better. The Father in Heaven is parenting her. I pray that not only will she soon join my forever family, but that she will know her Father in Heaven on such a deep and dependent level that she will be His forever, too.
Oh, Jemma J. I can't wait to hold you! And even though I make light of the waiting we are both doing for each other, I pray that our wait isn't long. I pray that God puts a tail wind on our dossier and that we can be approved super quickly and get on a plane and zoom over to you! When I was little, Jem, I listened to tapes. My parents, you're Nana and PopPop found some of those special stories just this month! On Valentine's Day! One of them is named Josephine's Doll. That's where your name comes from. Anyway, I listened to stories as a kid and one of them was about this missionary. He was on a motorbike in the jungles. I don't remember the details other than God protected him from a tiger. And I remember the missionary feeling God increase the wind at his back so that he would go faster on his bike than he was able to on his/the bike's power. Or maybe he was flying an airplane in that story - I think there were two stories... one with a tiger and then one with an airplane with the tail winds that made him get to the village quicker. Hmmmm. Anyway, ever since hearing that story as a child, I've believed that God is the One who controls time. And I trust Him to bring us together at just the right moment. Love you, sweet girl!
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