This week has been such a busy one so far. With one car between the two of us, while we still attempt to sort out a new car, and getting the rest of our money from the insurance company, we are spending time going back and forward more than normal.I've been reading more and more about adoption and trying to maintain some calm at what I read. My weight seems to be the main issue in all of this and I am trying to maintain a very healthy diet while not panicing. That said, I read this week about the lengthly questioning that couples go through as part of the process. It seems to be much more indepth than I had previously thought. Whilst I feel confident about my ability to answer calmly any questions posed to me, I started worrying about G and how he would fare under pressure. Not that we have reached a decision yet on this but G has never really blossomed in the kind of environment where he feels under scruntiny.
We discussed it in bed one night this week. I laid it on thick about the questions they may ask, the time that it may take, and the stress he may feel. I was sad at the thought of another hurdle, but pleased after a discussion in the car earlier where he had said how much he was considering it. When asked that night, if he could do it, put up with the questioning, remain calm, not feel like it was prying and too much, he simply replied "I'll do anything I have to, to make you happy."
Tears fell like rain.
