So, I biked home from my 12-hr night shift at the hospital and fell in bed, exhausted, about 9am. I dreamed non-stop that I did all the adoption paperwork wrong. Then I dreamed that my husband was this short, stocky, mustachioed man in a red plaid flannel shirt. I couldn't go back to sleep.
So I got up before noon. Roughly 2 hours of sleep. My thesis is that a dossier is a dry run for motherhood. A surrogate pregnancy if you will. I figure I might as well get used to it.
Tentative date for our first home study visit is March 20. And today I started investigating diaper options by reading about awesome local Portland company gDiapers with their orange and green pants. 100% biodegradeable!
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