I have very wise friends in my life. Thankfully. And lucky for me, I always turn to them when I'm feeling crappy. After reading the weekly update the other day, I did what I always do. First, I wrote it all down. Write it down and get it out of my head.
And then I called someone. My practical friend Hope was the lucky one to talk me off the ledge this time. First, in her very matter-of-fact way, she said, "Wait, you were counting on 18 months, instead of 22. They told you 16 to 22 months, so we should be thinking 22 months. If it's earlier, then bonus."
And she's right. As she usually is.
But I was still thinking. Still planning. Or trying to. Is it worth throwing away the almost $10,000 I've already invested in the process so far to sign up with one of the others that has a shorter wait time? Of course I know the answer to that, but an even better reason was pointed out by Chris.
This extra time gives me time to save, it gives me time to gather and nest. An extra 10 months early is not worth $10,000. And there are never any guarantees.
I wouldn't have my new dossier in before court reopens in October, and what if Ethiopia decides to cut off single women? I'm screwed. At least now, I'm in. My paperwork is all in.
And then Lesley...who doesn't think 20 months sounds that far off, she's just lamenting that we live so far away from each other, that she's just moved even further south when I'm about to be a mom. I reminded her that she gets to the be first one to meet the baby.
And so I've shaken off the sting of the new actual date. I'm still planning, still saving, still gathering and nesting. And I have very wise friends.