I was having a truly awful day. PMS'ing, Stressed out, in pain(My foot. So much for those shots)
Scrapbook class was a dissapointment(I didn't expect to win the contest, but my page didn't even get one vote. Ouch) When I got home I found the box for the birthday present that I ordered for my husband on my front porch ripped open, with the contents gone. Someone stole my husband's birthday present, and left the empty box where I could find it! What is wrong with this world? I feel so violated. I live in a very safe neighborhood. I am just heartbroken over this. I hope the company will issue a replacement, because it cost me fifty dollars. It was the only present he was going to receive, and I simply don't have the money to purchase another one before Tuesday, which is his birthday. I am crying as I type this. But even though I was in pain, and crying over the present, I decided at the last minute to walk all the way to my mailbox and pick up the mail. And do you know what I found? A letter from our adoption agency telling us we are DTC. Wait, I have to type that again. WE ARE DTC!!!!
Those are words that I was honestly beginning to think I would never type. And now the tears are tears of relief. I have to say it again, just so it will sink in. We are DTC! And now I am going to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.