I am a walking time bomb of vomit right now.
So gross, ya, I know...but true.
My anxiety level has reached an all time high whereas I feel like I could spew at any and every moment of the day.
I wake up feeling nauseous and I go to bed feeling the same way.
We have been slowly working on the room.
The slowness with which we are getting the room ready....makes me want to vomit!
I would prefer to have the room ready by now. However, this is not the case and I have to deal with it. Slow is better than not at all. (Newsflash! We will be doing a weekend room blitz because I have declared it so!)
Washing of all clothes for the wee one has begun. Now, how this wee little dude ended up with 15 sleepers all size 18-24 months is beyond me. 15!!!! That is not counting the onesies we have (which I refuse to count because I am not sure he will even need to wear onesies at all.)
And so, our little dude will be wearing a lot of sleepers just so I can justify the fact I purchased so many. (I am sure this will be the basis of many future therapy sessions when he is an adult) When did I purchase 15 sleepers anyways???? Oh ya, it was the times I was at Costco and my cart would go into autopilot and guide itself over to the kids clothes. I rue the day you came into existence Costco for more than one reason but mainly because you make the cutest sleepers for $7.98 plus tax. And yes, I know I shouldn't buy these sleepers mass produced in another country, most likely by child labour but they are SO CUTE!!! The fact I have fallen into the oh-so-cleverly laid trap of this behemoth makes me feel queasy.
While washing all the clothes and going through what we have, I get anxious again. Do we have enough socks? What about t-shirts?? Pants??? Sweaters????? It gets cold where we live. Very cold!
What about shoes? I haven't been able to buy shoes yet because we aren't sure what size his feet are! Will he be shoeless and taunted by all the other children because his parents weren't capable enough to determine shoe size!?????
Oy vey...I need to lay down before I toss my cookies from the worry of "Will we be able to handle properly clothing our child?"
In August, my momma was in town for a visit, so I enlisted her as well as my mom and sis-in-law to help me shop for the necessities of raising a toddler. So I set about creating a list of what we would need to have with us for our trip to Ethiopia and once we were back at home
The number of items on my list for "toiletries" for wee one.
This number is brought to me by family, friends and fellow adoptive parents who have BTDT and passed on their lists to me.
We need a suitcase just for the toiletries...seriously?
Then there is the question of what to pack for clothes for him, toys to keep to him occupied, food for the trip home so he doesn't think we are inept at feeding him as well.
This all leads into - How will the first meeting go? Will he even want to come to us? What will be thinking as we whisk him away from all he knows? For certain he will be thinking "Who are these people who clearly have no experience at parenting?"
I need some of the Baby Gravol I purchased to keep the waves of nausea in my stomach at bay.
O.k. so getting ready for our little dude clearly has a huge vomit factor.
But so does the wondering! The waiting.
Has our medical left yet? How long until it gets to Nairobi? Will it get lost along the way?
When will someone look at it? How much time will take them to review it? Will it be weeks or months until the Visa is issued?
Insert commercial for Rescue Remedy here because without it I would not be able to stay sane.
Normally, when dealing with a stressful situation, I would try to empty the entire contents of the fridge and pantry into my mouth at once...but the thought of our most delicious homemade pizza or my favourite dessert (Schmoo) totally makes me want to gag as in "Like, Oh MY GAWD, gag me with a spoon".
The vomit factor.
On a scale of 1 - 10...
...I am running at an 11!