I still haven't cried. I wish I could say that it's due to some medication. But I'm not taking anything that would make me "numb." It's been weeks, and it doesn't feel like the floodgates will be open anytime soon. Therefore, I'm accepting the fact that I may never cry again. That's right. No more tears for Katie.
(Let's see if that tricks my tear ducts into exploding.)
The long weekend was adoption-centered. We went out and reordered the crib. It should be in late next week when we return from New York and the Night of Hope. We picked up a crib mattress and the changing table/dresser combo, which is currently sitting in pieces on the nursery floor. (Long story.) My mom offered to order the crib bedding for us, so that's on its way, too. I also spent the weekend moving everything non-baby out of the nursery closet and organizing all of the hand-me-down baby items that our friends Brittany and Glenn kindly offered up.
And you know what else we did this weekend? FINISHED THE PAPERWORK. True, I still need to go to out and make copies of everything - including our insurance cards, Danica's shot records, etc. - but the last of the questions is answered, which means the hard part of trying to fit our parenting philosophies in three lines is over. I think I'm going to take pictures of us dropping the packet in the mail.
We leave for the Big Apple on Saturday. I'm ready, in every sense of the word, minus packing. But I'm nervous. I found out last week that I have to give a speech. And speeches pretty much scare the hell out of me. It's written, and I'm trying not to look at it. The more I look at it, the more I'll want to change it. So, I'm letting it be - or trying to, anyway.
I probably won't live post again until I return from my trip. We have so much to get done before we leave. The A/C still needs to be fixed, for one, and my boss's memorial is this Friday. But I do plan on scheduling a few posts for when I'm gone. My next update will be a recap of the trip and the Night of Hope!
"See" everyone next week. :)