Don’t mistake it for apathy.
Don’t mistake it for private time being spent gawking over referral pictures and savoring information. None exist yet.
Mistake it for me being so antsy (now that we’re *this close*) that I am about to jump out of my skin. Which would really be gross. Just ask McH. He’s seen part of me come out of my skin. Did you know that when you have a c-section they not only take the baby out of your body, they take the uterus out as well? They flip it up on to your abdomen for a bit. This is what McH tells me. He watched the whole thing. Said it was like a car accident — he wanted to look away, but just couldn’t. My line of sight was blocked so that I couldn’t see my uterus flipped outside of my body. Probably a good thing. Anyway, I’m about to jump out of my skin. Gross.
Because I am this antsy I am having a hard time concentrating on anything. Like writing an interesting blog post.
So if I’m not writing here, and I’m not commenting on your blogs, you can just assume I’ve gotten an IRL life and am out seizing the day and sucking the marrow out of the bones of life or whatever. Or, you can assume that I’m dealing with my nervous energy by shopping compulsively at warehouse clearance sales. The really stupid part is that I’m spending money on the kids I already have, the kids who need nothing. I’d like to shop for the new little bean, but I have no idea how big he is. Because I don’t have the referral. Size information, and specific age information, come with the referral. Stinkin’ referral. Plus, the warehouse sale didn’t have a lot of baby stuff. Plus, birthday season is right around the corner for 3/4 of my current brood, so presents will be in order anyway. Of course, I just bought the presents in front of all of my kids. I’m just not telling them who is getting what.
You know, come to think of it, a nanny would really solve my problem of shopping for presents in front of my kids. I need a nanny, just a day or two a week. But really, we can’t afford it. Stinkin’ nanny.
There is a rumor on our agency Yahoo group that somebody has gotten a referral. I don’t know if it’s true. Nobody has stepped forward to say it is or isn’t. Let me just say for the record, however, that it is absolutely not us. Because I know you, my agency friends, are checking. Thank you for checking.
If we don’t get a referral Monday I am going to subject you all to more Harry Potter as Christ allegory ramblings. Hint: I believe the hallows represent Christ’s temptations by Satan. You have no idea how smart I felt when I figured that one out all on my own. Seriously, grab a New Testament (King James Version, preferably, because I have no idea how the others read) and look it up. Then contemplate.
I’ll explain Monday. Unless I have better news to share.
Law Mommy, thanks for your comment on my last post.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt says hello.