We just got the first draft of our homestudy back from the social worker and now everything has moved into hold-onto-your-hats fast forward. Being the practical girl that I am, I have decided to painted the kitchen, picked out paint samples for my bedroom, rearranged the kids room furniture and because I can't think what else to do with myself, I am making croissants from scratch.
Wonder if I'm nesting?
I saw a shirt that said "adoption is the new pregnant." and at first I wasn't sure if it was offensive and then I thought it was kind of funny, and now I think it is spot on true. The cravings, swollen feet and nausea may be different, but the crazy moods, and oddly ill timed bouts of redecorating are exactly the same.
Think I'll get off here and go clean something.