Still no word, little one.
This wait is killing me.
I keep thinking…maybe I’ve just been lying to myself. Maybe I’ve blown this so out of proportion in my own head, that I’m going to be completely and utterly crushed when we do hear word. I must be an idiot for letting myself dream that something this amazing and perfect and wonderful could happen to me. How did I ever think I would be that lucky?
I keep preparing myself for a let down. My stomach has been churning for days, and I know if I don’t hear anything tonight I will not be able to sleep.
Well, thats a lie. If I do hear something tonight, I still won’t be able to sleep. If I hear good news, I’ll be too excited to sleep. If I hear bad news, I’ll be too devestate to sleep.
Only time will tell. But until then, this wait is brutal.