Adoption roller coaster

Again I "knew" this would be a roller coaster, but things are so different once you experience them yourself. We went to our agency again today thinking we just needed to have one document notarized, ended up needing three done. Don't care at this point, just want to write the check to get us closer to Caleb. We also made the decision to take our documents up to Sacramento, "buying" us about a week of time and the peace of mind of delivering it and bringing it back yourself. Even if you overnight them they could sit on a desk below others for several days. So Rod and Austin will go and have a nice father/son day in the car. Naomi and I will continue to bake for our bake sale.
It was good to talk to our social worker some more. We should be logged in to China within 6-8 weeks and will get matched as soon as that happens. The person in charge of the China program with our agency is very anxious to match us as we are the only family requesting a boy right now.
Here is a poem that really spoke to me the other day. I certainly don't want to/can't compare myself to those who have gone through infertility, but this is a new journey for us. The poem is from the book "Toddler Adoption: The Weaver's Craft". The poem is called "Song of the Waiting Mother" by Christine Futia
I'm pregnant, but my tummy isn't growing,
And no one ever calls me "Little Mom."
The public simply isn't overflowing
With questions that I'd handle with aplomb.

There are no special clothes to mark my waiting.
Nobody stops and smiles as I pass by.
The absence of a due-date is frustrating
And looking at the nursery makes me cry.

When I'm overdue no one will worry.
The phone won't ring and ring as friends check in.
I can't induce my labor in a hurry,
My new life as a parent to begin.

Adoption is a worrisome endeavor,
And waiting all alone is not much fun.
To be "with child" a year seems like forever.
Dear God, we're ready! Please send us our son!