By this time next week, I'll be on a plane to Thailand.
That's pretty much all I can manage in the way of coherant speech right now. For whatever reason it seems like with every day that we get closer to taking off, more and more of my brain cells are jumping ship. At least I can still form actual words-- by the time we get down to the day before my blog will probably read something like "ARGLBLARGLBLARGLBLARGONEDAY" and you all will have to sit me down in a corner somewhere and stuff me full of chocolate until I stop gibbering. Oh well.
So I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off right now trying to get everything ready. On one of my errands today I stopped by the adoption agency to drop off some paperwork and pick up our packet to take to Thailand, and it hit me that this is the last paperwork I should be receiving before our trip. Considering that we've probably decimated a rather large swath of forest in our pursuit of our kid, this is pretty significant. I'm sure we'll have more paperwork in Thailand and then after we get home, but for now the trees are safe.
We've been talking with Connor a lot about the upcoming trip and the arrival of his sister. It's hard to tell just how much he understands; he still likes to look at her picture but I don't know if he has a real grasp of the fact that she'll finally be coming home. So we're not sure how he'll react the first few weeks, though I don't think it will necessarily be the tramautic experience it would be if we brought home a little one. Connor tends to view older children as yet another source of attention for him, and babies as small evil interlopers who are out to steal his parents. We'll see if his view of older kids changes when there's one actually living in the house with him!
But yeah, a week. Wow.
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