A Mushy Mess

That's what I've become, a mushy mess. This whole adoption process has turned me into a blubbering idiot. Now, I'm not quite sure if I'm this way because I'm just finally getting tired from the emotional drain or if it's the emotion that is felt with the prospect of finally having a child...you decide. Some of the symptoms I'm having are:

~I cried yesterday when Tom brought home a new outfit for Grace. What a sweet man.

~I'm teared up as I sit at our computer...the exact spot where Grace's crib will be.

~The thought of Tom's parents over-joyed with their first Grandchild makes me weepy.

~I become like a mother lion at the thought of immigration jerking us around and stalling the progress we've worked so diligently to make. Get out of the way people...our daughter needs us...and we need her.