I spend alot of time just browsing adoption blogs to connect with other women who are feeling the same frustrations as I am. I found this poem on one blog that puts what I feel on a daily basis into words (although I don't feel like I am waiting 'alone' as it says in the poem. I have a great husband, friends and family who are all waiting in anticipation)
Song of the Waiting Mother
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 little one!