I'm up way early this morning. I woke up at 4:00. Andrew's had a little cold, and he shared it with me. How generous. Anyway, I thought a cup of hot coffee and some peanut butter toast would help. It did. Clearly, there's nothing wrong with my stomach.
I went to the doctor yesterday. I have a pulled ligament. He rattled off the name and some other technical jargon. I zoned out during that part of the conversation. He showed me some exercises that will strengthen my ankle(s). Then he wrote me a prescription to wear athletic shoes for six weeks. Say what? Six weeks! I have nothing against my running shoes. I like them, but ya'll it's gettin' to be summer 'round these here parts. And summer calls for cute open toed shoes and wedges. Oh and speaking of wedges . . . apparently my ridiculous wedges are as much to blame for this problem as running is. Something about how tromping around for eight plus hours a day in shoes that force your feet and legs into unnatural positions can lead to damage. I don't know I zoned out (again). Have I ever mentioned that when I wear my wedges . . . which happen to be very cute . . . I tend to roll my ankles? I'll be walking along, fine as apple pie, when my ankle will turn in suddenly and without warning. The key is to quickly regain your composure and keep walking as if nothing happened. Can't imagine why I'm having problems . . .
Our social worker is typing up our home study update (I told you this was a mish mash). It should be ready to submit to our adoption agency sometime this week or early next. I can't say enough how thankful I am that it all went so smoothly. God really has taken care of us throughout this whole process.
Andrew asks everyday when his baby sister is coming home. It's a little sad and makes me wonder if we should've waited to tell him. But with all the interviews and home visits, I really don't see how that is possible. I have no doubt that there will be moments of sibling rivalry. I think it's only natural. But I also have no doubt that Andrew is going to make an awesome big brother. Sometimes he's a stinker, but he really is the sweetest kid.
Andrew has also started telling us that when he grows up his sister is going to be his wife. Ummm, no! Actually, it makes me laugh. He totally doesn't see a problem with it. And Patrick spends too much time trying to explain it to him. Which is even funnier. I think that by the time my kids are old enough to date and get married (around 35) he'll have changed his mind. And if not . . . well, we'll find a good shrink. ;)
Well, I guess I better get up and get moving. I've got a busy day ahead. Happy Wednesday everyone!