Patience is a virtue.

On the outside, we are just about ready. Because of an outpouring of love and generosity, we were able to reach our goal (and then some) for our finances. Thank God for His provision and for moving in the hearts and lives of those who love us and who love Him. We are humbled beyond belief and overjoyed with thankfulness.
The baby's room is officially done (well, as done as I have decided today! I'm sure I'll think of something else to add in the days  to come.) We have a beautiful dresser that needs to be repainted--a project better suited for post-hurricane dampness; and thanks to Nana, we have a gorgeous crib and changing station, complete with bedding (which reminds me, I have to take that out of the washing machine!) A wonderful co-worker friend gave us an adorable rug, and Baby even has their first pair of shoes, thanks to a life-long friend.

Now, all we need is Baby.
Insert deep sigh here...

This is the downward dip of the roller coaster everyone swore would hit me like a truck. Although that hasn't been devastating, I'm getting that weird ache in my stomach and a little lump in my throat that won't go away. And I hate it.
My biggest battle right now is against myself--the battle between worrying that things won't happen quickly enough, that things won't happen at all and the knowledge and trust that I have in God and His perfect work and timing.
I think my biggest concern is actually not for Kory and me (although not invincible, he certainly is a rock in all of this), but for others who are routing for us, for those who are waiting, maybe even as excitedly as we are, for Baby to come. I don't want anyone to get discouraged, to get disappointed, or to lose faith in what God is doing. We just want God to be glorified in all of this and to be used for Him. I know God works all things together for good, and even this limbo time of waiting and hoping and praying will make us stronger, better, more faithful. And for that, I'm willing to be patient.

If I were pregnant, I would have to wait 9 months to see our little one's face. So far, we've only been waiting for about 6 weeks. Just more time to pray...and possible paint the nursery just a little bit more!