It's now day 69 since our LID. Bleh. To think that 19 days ago I was whining about 50 days. Silly, silly girl. Now I'm thinking that 80 days is looking pretty good. Heck, any paperwork update at all would be a vast improvement. I must admit, I'm sort of ashamed of myself. I'm complaining about waiting, but I didn't wait at all for a referral. Seems the universe had other plans, and we received our referral the same day our home study was approved. Since I didn't wait then, I am forced to wait now. I suck at waiting. I'm a stress eater. Clearly this is bad. Today all I want to do is make chocolate chip cookies, sit in the dark, and watch the rain. Believe it or not, I am nowhere near depressed. If I was depressed I'd be sleeping, but I have no desire for a nap. No ma'am, I want cookies. Lots of 'em. Fresh from the oven if at all possible. When I'm stressed or worried or nervous my stomach decides that it is also in a state of flux and eating becomes questionable. As you might imagine, this is highly inconvenient. Don't get me wrong, I still want cookies. If I manage to make some, I will absolutely eat them, but then I'll feel queasy and be completely worthless for the better part of an hour. It's a vicious cycle.
Limited though it may be, we did receive an update of the little man. Seems he now weighs 19.1lbs and is 27" long. Though it sounds big to me it's only at the 25th percentile on US charts. I'm considering hauling a watermelon around in the baby carrier. Or maybe a cinder block. Hmmm...
For those of you who were wondering, I made some snickerdoodles. I also got new photos of the little dude! Maybe I should do a little more whining. Maybe then I'd hear something about the paperwork or his dossier. Oh well. New photos are good enough. It looks to me like he's contemplating something... probably dreaming about cookies. If he were here, I think he would be happy to gum a snickerdoodle to death.
