I wrote the first post about Fives and it just seems fitting to write another one today.
It is five days until I leave to start my physical journey to my daughter.
I have a hard time really believing it. I know, but it's hard to believe.
For months and months (years for some people) adoption is the crazy trip of chasing this child that you love, but who feels like a beautiful figment of your imagination. At some point, I at least, became "comfortable" with the idea that this wasn't ever going to happen and it was just a never ending process. And now it's happening and I feel like I'm stepping into an alternate reality.
Five Facts About My Adoption
- We will meet our daughter on the 40th week exactly from the day we started our adoption process, 40 weeks from the first time we saw her face. This is less time than it took for me to get Pickle into my arms.
- We're still not exactly sure what we're going to do with her name. We thought we knew, but I think at this point we're going to play it by ear and see how it unfolds when we're with her.
- I feel unprepared for the "technical" aspects of bringing home Little Miss. I think I'd feel like this no matter what, but my biggest advice for people would be to get ready before you think it's necessary. I'm doing three months of preparation in thirteen days. I don't recommend it.
- I am zero percent packed. Read that again. Zero. I'm still making lists!!
- Our tickets went up about $300 each overnight. I wasn't happy about that at the time, but those were for the flights flying out of Europe and with the whole volcano thing going on I'm very glad we're not flying out of Europe now.
Five Facts Not About My Adoption
- I got a haircut a week or two ago and I hate it. I really liked the new place that I went, I really liked my stylist and she did exactly what we talked about it. I just hate it.
- I am now a minivan driving mama. I am also now a car-payment making mama. Sad faces all around.
- I am contemplating taking the entire family "all natural" for soap, shampoo, and skincare. I'm pretty sure I can't afford it, but I'm going to look into it when we're settled.
- I bought Peanut a very cool little toy today for while we're gone and he's going to love it.
- I do not recommend the Starbucks "Dark Cherry Mocha". I'm very sad that I wasted my limited Starbucks opportunity on it.
Five Pictures of My Family
(no, I still can't show off Little Miss)
Five Prayer Requests for Our Family
- My peace of mind to leave my boys. I'm a wreck. Wreck. Wreck. Wreck.
- Travel mercies that Andrew and I stay in good spirits despite jet lag, stress, and rushing, safe flights, no missed connections, no lost luggage, an easy flight with Little Miss, and anything else good that you want to throw in there...we find a winning lottery ticket, or get bumped to first class, whatever... :)
- Pray for Little Miss that she can understand what's happening to the best of her ability, that she trusts us, attaches quickly, gets along with the boys, and adapts to the biggest change in her entire life
- A relatively smooth adjustment period for our family to each other, grace for Andrew and I with the addition of another child, that we can find a new equilibrium quickly
- That I can get ready to go without forgetting anything and without going crazy.
Five Links You Should Check Out
- My facebook fan page! My etsy shop is temporarily closed while we're in this transition phase. You can keep up to date with what's happening in the meantime with blankets, giveaways, etc through my fanpage.
- These are some of the coolest adoption t-shirts I've seen yet. You know you'd like to rock one or two out!
- This is the first hair product that I bought for Little Miss. I cannot wait to review it!! I bought "Twist of Fate".
- This is the shop that I bought my first pieces of "hair art" for Little Miss. I got 5 headbands, plus a big beautiful flower for $5.00. She also liked my story of rushing to get them here in time so she tossed in an extra headband and a bow.
- Here's a giveaway and a chance to buy some cute Ethiopian hair bows from an adoptive mom to be.