I had a serious adrenaline rush when I checked messages last night and heard from Bonnie, my WHFC social worker: “it looks like you’re next!” She called to remind me to get ready, to dust off my paperwork, check my fingerprint expiration dates, and call with any questions, etc.
But wait just a minute there, Bonnie. We are China LID 8/30/05, and I’ve been lurking on all of the boards, referral forecast sites and of course the wonderful, keeping-me-sane-by-giving-me-some-idea-where-the-process-stands Rumor Queen site, so I took a moment off from simultaneously leaping with joy (OK, well, leaping mentally) and cursing my laziness for not yet having arms of steel (should be doing more leaping, running, pumping iron, and not just in my head) for hoisting the wee one to think about this rationally.
“You’re next.”
Who would have thought that little innocuous phrase could be sooo ambiguous? Here’s the rub: We know China referrals come monthly, and the next set will hit in about 3 weeks. While not exactly ticking away like clockwork, the CCAA is pretty regular with these things. And so, “next” = “holy cow, three weeks from now”, right? But, the magic eight ball and other very scientific predictions I rely on, they all point to, well, not October, not 3 weeks from now.
Of course I checked in with my agency first thing today (they get back so very quickly every time I’ve emailed them — within minutes this time!), and of course they meant that I’m next in terms of WHFC agency referrals, but that there is no way of knowing whether that will be October or some month in the future. Ohhhh. A little bit of a myopic view, but understandable. But … they didn’t say October was out of the realm of possibility, now, did they?
So, I’m downshifting back into patiently-waiting mode (except for occasionally falling off the waiting wagon into Bonpoint to touch the adorable little onesies that cost more than my suits and consider slapping a “my other vehicle is a Bugaboo” bumper sticker on the old Volvo). It was a great moment though — I highly recommend a little irrational joy once in a while. And still, I can now be excited that we’re “next”, well, kinda, sorta next!
