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July 28, 2011

We finally located all the documents we needed to properly fill out the application and mailed it off on a Monday at the end of January. I did not expect the butterflies in my stomach that came with waiting to hear if our application would be accepted. I suppose I should have. I mean, the last time I had applied for anything of any consequence was when I applied to graduate school (which now, of course, seems like another lifetime ago), and putting in that application had me checking my phone, email and mailbox around the clock. So, come on, of course applying to an agency that would determine our ability to adopt a child was infinitely more important and thus all the more nerve-wracking.

Much to our relief and delight, we did not have to wait long. We received an email on Friday of the same week, notifying us of our acceptance into the Uganda adoption program with Generations. We were officially expectant parents once again, and we were thrilled!!!

The email was warm, congratulatory and welcoming and informed us that the manager of the international program would be in contact with us to schedule an over-the-phone orientation. (Our agency is in Waco, which is a three hour drive from where we live in a suburb of Houston, so the majority of our contact has been through email and phone calls). A short time later, we spoke with our program manager, scheduled the orientation for the coming Wednesday and were sent an email with several attachments, with a request that we print them and glance over them ahead of the orientation. The large stack of paper we ended up printing was pretty overwhelming, but we realize now it was just the tip of the paperwork iceberg that is international adoption.

It’s interesting. For me, adopting a child is not all that different from being pregnant. And yet it is. It’s weird. Let me see if I can explain. I don’t have the exhaustion, nausea, cravings, achiness and expanding womb that serve as physical reminders that I am an expectant mother. I also don’t have a “due date” as to when I can expect our child to join our family. And yet, I pray for, think about, dream about, and long to hold my child in my arms just as I did when I was pregnant. I imagine what he (or she) will be like. We talk to Eliza and Jude about their new brother or sister in Uganda, and we pray for him or her as a family, just as we did when I was pregnant with Jude. I find myself tempted to worry, just as I did when I was pregnant, only about different things. And when I do worry, I continually must remind myself to focus on God, Who is the Author, Sustainer and Protector of all life. As with both our pregnancies, we are so thankful for this newest Ganger, and we love him even though we have never seen his face.

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