Today marks the beginning of month #3 on the waiting list, and I did something yesterday I swore I would never do.
I emailed the agency.
Why did I swear I would never do this? Well, because the agency told us not to. It says so in our welcome letter. Sort of. It actually says, "No calls." But I emailed. That doesn't count, right?
Sorry. I couldn't help it. It's been three months. We've been good. We've been quiet. We've been patient (for the most part). And now I'm DYING for an update. We went to dinner with friends of ours on Monday who used the same agency, and they encouraged us to contact them. Chris put it best: you are paying them a lot of money to perform a service. They shouldn't get upset if you check in once and a while.
So now, instead of obsessing over the fact that it's been three months and we haven't had a call since the first week, I'm going to continue to hit "refresh" on my email inbox in a manic fashion while I wait for some kind of response from the agency.
Wish me luck. And send me sanity.
Update: I just heard back from the agency. They said our profile looks great, and they've had a lot of positive feedback on us from birth parents. Which means they're showing us!