Every phone call...I think it may be about Oliver. I spend hours researching and researching how to get to NYC ASAP and where to stay. Being unable to book anything is stressful, too. I don't want to miss a single thing as Oliver enters this world, but reality is, we will. It sucks accepting that. I'm worried about the hospital stay and everything. I'm worried about meeting the birthmom in person. My mind is going 152 mph just about Oliver. What makes it even more exciting is we found out she is dilated 2 cm this past Wednesday. It's happening. It's really happening.
I've spent my summer preparing for Oliver and everything surrounding Oliver. We've found a pediatrician; we've talked to friends about adoption/raising kids; we've read and we've read. Here I am, on my last day of summer vacation, and that's all I have done. I know it's not a bad thing at all. I've enjoyed every single moment, but I know I have so many other responsibilities like that monkey on my back named "Dissertation."
It will all work out, right? Everything will be okay and happen the way it is supposed to. A few weeks from now, we'll be in NYC with our son. Surreal.
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