Endless waiting

I'm still here, and yes we're still waiting. I'm not even going to try to NOT complain anymore. All along I said I was OK with the wait. Well, as much as a person can be. I'm not OK with the wait any longer. When the calendar turned to December, my patience expired. Every day seems like it lasts for a week. I dread the thought of going through 7 more days of this torture. I don't want to leave the house in case "the call" may come. I know we are close and I should just be grateful. However, when you are actually going through this, being logically gets pushed aside.

I should be able to say this will happen and will happen soon, just be happy and wait. Instead, I constantly think about how I want to see my little ones' faces, know their names, know the day the entered the world, know where in Vietnam they are at.

I have lots to do, but can't do much. It feels like I'm on the brink of a race, but not allowed to start yet. I need to get ready for two more sweeties, but I need to know who they are first, how old will they be?

120 days of waiting so far. How much longer???????