Or, smacking me in the head and saying, "Who's in control here? Obviously not you." God's way of saying, "will you just calm down and let me handle this?".
Yesterday, we learned that our birthmother has moved out of state to live with a previous boyfriend, temporarily. Yes, she still wants to place the baby for adoption. And yes, she still definitely wants us to be the parents of this child. She just may need us to come to this other state to "pick the baby up" if she goes into labor while still living there.
Now, in a perfect world, this would not be a problem, but it seems there are some legal issues involved with adopting out of your own state, so this could get pretty complicated. And expensive. Particularly if our homestudy agency drags their feet on getting our report done.
We have done everything we can do. We have all of our paperwork in to the homestudy and have done the visits. Our lawyer has all the information from us that he needs. We have some pretty little baby clothes and a crib and a car seat and a bunch of other essentials and non-essentials ready for baby to arrrive.
What we don't have is any shred of control over where or when this baby will be born, and how much additional legal challenges and expense we'll have to face because of the change-of-state. All we can do is wait and see what happens. And that is DRIVING. ME. CRAZY.
Obviously, I have a control issue. And apparently God is trying to teach me a lesson in a very painful and expensive way. Oh, and draging my husband along for the ride as he is the one who has to deal with the fallout over my impatience and lack of control.