No, I haven't just worked out or run up the stairs carrying my 125 pound teenager on my back; I've just sent in all my forms to RRC. This is what anticipation feels like.
But it's all just hurry up and wait until we have an appointment set up. And then it's hurry up and wait again until we start the actual process. Can my impatient, overly excited self handle this? Having a baby may be difficult if I'm dead because I've had a heart attack from the anticipation of it all!
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