Tuesday, February 8, 2011

27 Months (...a little late)

This month has not been that great for me, I came down with a cold on New Year's Day and couldn't leave the house until the 12th of January. It wasn't anything too serious, just a cold but it really wiped me out! I haven't really been feeling great all month... here's hoping that next month will be better!

While I was sick, I started working on a quilt. Eric's grand-maman was a quilter, and she gave me a ton of fabric, some of which she had pre-cut into 2.5" squares. I decided to do a patchwork quilt with every other square white. It is really difficult for me to do any sort of random pattern. I like things to be organized. So, under the influence of cold medication and stuffy sinuses, I began my patchwork quilt. Eric joked that I needed to finish the quilt before the medication wore off... I haven't finished the quilt yet, to be honest, I kind of got stalled on it... but I only have a little left, so I'll have to get sewing next week.

Last weekend I drove to Ottawa to visit friends. We had a great time... we did a lot of shopping at thrift stores and were pleasantly surprised at all the loot we found!

This week, marks one year since we moved into our house. I thought it was about time that we finish painting - every single thing in the house had to be painted. We finished painting the hall/side entry. I'm so excited, it now looks like it belongs in our house now. The only rooms left to paint are the Little One's room, and the Attic (my sewing room).

I finally printed out our pictures from our summer vacation to Newfoundland, and I put them all in albums... yes I did say albums with real pinted photos; it took two of them. I loved that vacation so much... I loved Newfoundland, it was a wonderful vacation. I would love to do a scrapbook type of thing to highlight some of our trip... maybe someday.

Adoption-wise, it's been a bit of a tough month for me. I have come to grips with the fact that the wait will be longer than expected, and I'm not liking it. It makes me angry, and scared and I'm tired of waiting for our "family life" to begin. I know that there is nothing that I can do except wait, and so we're waiting and we're trying to make the best of it, but it isn't fun... I was talking with a friend today about the adoption process and the timelines and was saying how our bodies are programmed to wait for 9 months for a baby... today (27 months) would mean that we just completed our third pregnancy and yet... we are still waiting for our little one to arrive.