It will come as no surprise to those who know me that I am a nerd. While nerdism has become a bit chic of late, I’m not only a Doctor Who, Star Wars, LOTR, Potter nerd (though they’re all great). I’m more of the old school nerd. I used to have glasses (some lovely aviator monstrosities), was a teacher’s pet, and actually enjoyed many of my homework assignments – and I’m proud of it. My little nerd heart is about to be thrilled.
We’ve signed our contract, filled out the home study application and sent it back to our agency. We’ve gotten some phone calls from the agency. They have been so warm and welcoming and it really feels like we’re part of a community and not just a cog in a big machine. Yesterday, we got a big email from the operations manager at the agency with a list of things to get started on for the adoption. I can’t tell you how much better I feel. I’ve been antsy for several days because I know that there is work to be done and I had no clue where to start. I’m sure that Becky is happier, too. I accidentally woke her up at 6:30 yesterday morning fixing a clogged gutter with a plastic scimitar. Give me a list, though, and I can dominate that sucker.
Here’s the list:
- Get three references
- Go get our medical forms filled out
- Get 4 copies of my birth certificate, Becky’s birth certificate, and marriage certificate (took care of 2/3 of that today! See? Dominating.)
- Adoption Classes
- Obtain FBI clearance (How cool is that?)
I am ridiculously excited about the classes. They’re on attachment disorders, potential issues (both health and social) to be aware of and culture. We get quizzed, just like a real classes and I get a certificate at the end. I also think that I may have to slip in that I have FBI clearance to people randomly in conversation. So what if it only proves that I’ve lived a safe and boring life? A black suit and dark glasses would sell it, I think. The fact that the agency’s Facebook group for parents in process is considered a “secret group” adds to my feeling of exclusivity.
So, as nerdy as it seems, I’m happy. I have homework again. Work means progress. I know that soon I’ll be up to my armpits in paperwork and it won’t be fun anymore but, for now, I think I’ll go read the table of contents for my classes again.