Seriously, the title of this blog is just sitting there taunting me every time I return to record something new or interesting in our lives. Today, it seems especially silly to call our lives simple. It looks like our baby-waiting game may be over. All signs point to the fact that we are going to be welcoming twins into our family in the VERY near future...as in...they are due the 15th of this month and today is the 6th! That gives me approximately 9 more days to prepare. For twins! Who needs 9 months, right? I'm not going to lie to you, I am just going to keep ostriching until they actually arrive. You know...big ol' head buried deep in the sand. Well, apparently ostriches do not actually bury their heads in the sand, but that's another story.
I just can't imagine how I could possibly feel prepared for this kind of life change in 9 days, so why try? Don't hear me wrong, I am totally excited about this possibility, but I am also terrified of being excited. It's just never a sure thing, adoption. I know that things are never entirely certain when people have their own babies either, it's just that with adoption, nothing is certain until it is. When we tell people that we are adopting twins...like in two weeks...they are so excited for us (which is really nice because they have been waiting for this on our behalf) but they want us to be excited with them. And we are excited, but we have to protect ourselves a bit too. It's a weird tug of war trying to be just the right amount of excited. I'm getting this visual image of trying to hold a large beach ball under water in a pool. Have you ever done that? If you get your body centered just right, you can hold it under, but as soon as you get off center that thing is going to launch out of the water like it's got someplace to be. I feel like I have to keep myself centered just right, so as not to let the beach ball launch.
For now, I will just keep trying like a crazy woman to get my 'already' life in order while we wait. When (and if) those babies come home with us, we will be ready to welcome them into our family even if we aren't the least bit prepared. Poor little j won't even know what hit him!
