Nada.

Oh well. Another week has gone by with no news. I'm in my "calm" place again. I pulled a bunch of weeds this weekend and saw Michael Clayton and I'm over my tantrum.

I mentioned to my husband that at least for our second adoption, we'll be mentally prepared. He said, "the only way we're adopting another child is if one walks into our house off the street. That I could do; but there's no way I can live through this again. You're driving me crazy."

Those of you who have known me for a while know that my husband only agreed to have one child. This is the first inkling that he would be open to another one! It does seem crazy that I would want to go through all this again. This is the hardest thing I've ever done--and it's not even close to over. But wouldn't two be fun!? I wonder how I can get all the paperwork done without him realizing...

This brings to mind "accidental adoption" (not written by me):

THE ACCIDENTAL ADOPTION
Have you every noticed that you hear all the time about "accidental" pregnancies, but never about couples who experience "accidental" adoptions? Can you imagine: Honey, sit down. I have some news for you. What is it? Well, I don't know how to say this, so I'll just come out with it. I went out to the mailbox today and . . . well, we got an I-171H. A what?!?! An I-171H? As in, we're going to have another baby?!? It looks that way. But how? We've been so careful! I put away all the blank 1-600A forms. Didn't you hide our homestudy update? Of course I did. But don't forget, there was that one night . . . What night? (pauses) Ohhh, that night. But it was only once. We were just messing around. I didn't print clearly. I didn't even use black ink! (pauses again) But it was kind of fun. (giggles) It was, wasn't it? I'll never forget how cute you looked getting your fingerprints. So now we've got our I171H, eh? But that doesn't always mean you'll adopt, does it? I mean, shouldn't you see the agency or something, make sure everything's okay? I already did. And? I'm five documents along. Five documents! And they're all notarized, certified and authenticated, okay? Just great. There was one small scare when the agency couldn't see the notary's middle initial, but it showed up just fine under the magnifying glass. Thank God. And you, honey? Are you feeling okay? I'm feeling fine. As long as I know you're happy about this. Happy? I'm thrilled! It's always a shock at first when something like this happens, but of course I'm happy.