i'm baaaack!

ok kids i'm back! and i deleted my last debbi downer post because who wants to read something all whiney and pessimistic in a blog about hope? sorry for the absence lots o' drama with extended family then i got really sick for like two weeks which felt like two years!

anywho foster training is coming along well! working on paperwork and application stuff and have to make up a couple classes the beginning of next month from when I was sick then it's on to the homestudy! I am nervous for that part, I'll be honest, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there! For now the hubs and I are just trucking along getting stuff ready and trying to not let our excitement get the best of us while we wait!

later, lovies!

p.s. big thanks to my twitlet who reminded me to update!!!

and so we begin!

Sorry for the lack of posts, but we've been a busy household this week. And next week isn't looking any less busy at all! But, I am very thankful for the chaos. We start our foster care training the end of this week and I am nerrrrvvvvooouuuussssss! I know I shouldn't be, but I am. And, the mister is satarting a new job this week!
We will be busy, but it will be well worth it!
Also, my mother has stolen my heart all over again... she left a massive amount of baby and toddler stuff that she's been picking up at yard sales on my front porch for us yesterday. I. Love. That. Woman. [Also, shout to my dad and sister for being her yard sale assistants :) ]
well, i am off to do some blog reading my lovies,
have a great weekend!

heffalumps and woozles (aka the fear)

For those of you who didn't grow up with winnie the pooh sing-a-longs heffalumps and woozles are those sneaky little creatures pooh thinks are out to steal his pot of honey.
Lately I've had my own share of heffalumps. I'm not worried about any pots of honey, but I am worried about my ability to become a mother. My husband and I have come to terms with the fact that we may never conceive a child. How our babies come to us was never really the important part, which is one of the main reasons we opted out of trying treatment and went towards adoption. However not being able to be parents is another story. This is where the heffalumps start popping in to say hello and the woozles creep into my dreams at night.
I'll be the first to say it... I am afraid!
I'm scared we won't be approved. Or that we'll never find a child for permanent placement. Or there will be an error in paperwork. But mostly I'm scared someone is going to look at me and my wonderful husband, who would be the best father in the world, and say we don't get to be parents.
Ugh that was rough, I think I need some honey.