Tomorrow..tomorrow, I love you tomorrow....

It's hard to believe that tomorrow is the day. An advert came on the TV last night for a clearblue pregnancy test, showing how they can tell how many weeks along you are (as if I didn't know, I must have bought zillions of those little buggers in my time and we won't even talk about those ovulation ones!) but I had a thought. How cool would an adoption themed one be. "Two weeks until your panel day" or "You've got a match." Totally unnecessary but it showed just how far I have come on this journey road to adoption, in that I can now make jokes about these things.

I'm feeling strangely calm about tomorrow and its either because I have taken up knitting (it's classed as vintage isn't it?) or more likely because the Fraigs were here over the weekend and totally put my mind at rest. They explained everything and assured me it was going to be a doddle. They even provide the tissues as Mr Fraig admitting to shedding a tear when they got their yes. Aaah.  I have opted to wear my skinny jeans (don't eye roll me) but I wanted to still be me, just better.  So I bought a cute little navy jacket (thanks again Mr Mastercard, you're the best) and am going for the Jennifer Aniston yummy mummy look. Who am I kidding, it's bound to be more Miranda than Jennifer. But heck, I may even add some heels but at the risk of displaying the penguin totter, I may skip those.

The Fraigs are due to bring their boys home any day now and they are just buzzing. LRUN and I sat there and just soaked up all they were saying. It was so incredible to see just how happy they were. The boys are just perfect for them. They are tired but so so excited and even bought us gifts for our little one to be. This is the first things we have for them and this time, it feels so right.  After several cups of tea and massive wedges of custardy Victoria sponge (yes yes, I went traditional) they had to dash off to catch the supermarket as they had 25% off nappies. Oh how we laughed at how things had changed already.
So folks. Tomorrow I may or may not be told I will be a mummy. Back to the knitting....