Warning: self pity-party and gross over-dramatization is about to follow...
Keep me away from all Pet Smarts, animal shelters, and people on the side of the road with boxes full of puppies to sell this weekend. And DO NOT let me put food out for the stray cats in our backyard. This Dry Spell is now on day 20, and desperation is starting to sink in...my emotions are getting the best of me, and any and all adorable animals coming into my sight will be scooped up and brought home.
I was so excited last night because my quest for the perfect nursery colors and bedding ended. Poor Mike, exhausted after a long day, had to sit through me showing him the two options I'd narrowed it down to; I was going back & forth, and was leaning more towards one when I asked him what he preferred. When he picked the same colors that I had been favoring, I did what any "good wife" does - I then started to prefer the other color set. But in the end I decided to end my hubby's agony and go with what he liked and I intially was drawn to.
(grey and white with a soft aqua, if you're curious)
Now it was my Mom's turn to "suffer." Another late-night phone call to her...
"Oh did I wake you up? I'm sorry ,Mom.....can you go to your computer?" (I'm so damn considerate)
After not finding exactly what colors & patterns I was wanting in any bedding sets sold in stores, I turned to my beloved Etsy for sweet relief. Why didn't I just go there in the first place? Clouds parted (literally, since it was raining outside and it stopped), angels sang, and a ray of (TV) light shined down on my computer screen. There it was...custom baby bedding with fabric choices in exactly the patterns I had been looking for. Now I just needed to decide which patterns combos would become what.
Do I do the chevron crib skirt with a solid border? Baby elephant sheets? No, Polka dots sheets with elephant skirt and chevron blanket. No....the french pattern for the blanket, with the abstract sheets....
oh good grief. Why do I do this to myself? MOMMY!!!
After waking my slumbering Mom, talking her through etsy to find what I was looking at, asking her opinion, (and then discounting her opinion before going back to her opinion), there I had it. Our perfect baby bedding. Soooo excited!
So if I build it, the baby will come - right? I went to bed convinced that this morning I was going to wake up to that long awaited e-mail from K. "Missie & Mike! Great news! Overnight we had a swarm of babies fall from the sky, and all their Birth Moms want you guys! Come quick! Grab as many as you can carry in your arms...you have a convertible, right? Ride with the top down and you can fit more in the car I bet...." Yep, that's exactly what it was going to say....'cause that's just how this whole adoption thing works....
Well, unfortunately while I did wake up to an e-mail from K, it was the exact opposite oh what I wanted to read. "...the adoption horizon is so very quiet...is it the calm before the baby storm? Who knows...can't figure it out. A quiet spell for sure. But I am keeping my eyes and ears open!...."
BLAH...
Where are the kittens? The Puppies? Hell, I'll even take the hairless ugly ones....anything remotely adorable that will keep me occupied during this dry spell. And speaking of emotions, pass me a box of frosted chocolate Munchkins from Dunkin Donuts while you're at it, please....
Oh, I SO wish I could say something besides "hang in there..." this must be so tough. I can tell you, though, that when your baby comes (and he (or she) WILL), all the waiting around and gnashing of teeth will have been worth it. I promise. So don't make the move on any cute kittens yet. Love ya!
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