I've decided I don't like spring all that much...too much rain and mud. I decided this during the two days we had record highs of upper 50s, and all the snow melted, causing floods and muddy conditions all over the place. Normal people around here are praying the 30 degree temps will go away early this year. But with a dog to walk everyday, I'd choose cold and snowy any day over rainy and warm. I know, I'm strange.
I've been telling people here and there about the March 2nd submission date, and their excitement has been contagious. I don't want to get excited just yet, but I can't help it! I was telling someone last night that we would most likely be travelling within the next 6 months. I was in the middle of my sentence, when she said "In the next 6 months you'll be a mom". For some reason the word Mom stopped me in my tracks. I've been saying that we'll be picking up our child(ren), but I haven't used the word Mom, perhaps avoiding the word. Really, me? A mom? Finally, after 4 years of heartache? Will I really hear the words "Mommy, I'm thirsty" or "Mommy, can I play outside?" I guess I'm still not willing to allow myself to hope that someday my ears will hear the words I've so longed to hear: "Mommy, I love you."