I left a message for our adoption social worker almost two weeks ago asking when MAPP training would start. MAPP classes are the state-run classes all prospective foster and foster-adopt parents need to take in order to be licensed by the state. DH works a lot of nights and we need to arrange for him to swap shifts with people, so I was anxious to have dates in hand. Our social worker called me back last week and left a message. He said that classes start on Monday, September 8. He also said that they would be sending out the invite letters soon. A week later and we're still waiting for a letter, but I'm assuming we're in. He listed all the dates for me and ended his message with, "I hope to see you then." That's pretty much an invite, right? You would take it that way, wouldn't you?
I have a tendency to worry about things. I know it's ridiculous, but I would feel so much better having a letter as proof that we can attend, that we're moving on to the next step. I think that's one of the left-over pieces of infertility that I need to deal with---this low-level but ever-present worry that things aren't going to work out. I find that I often expect the worse. It's one of those shadows I wrote about in my last post. I know this will pass with time . . . with time and a damn letter from social services. Is that the mailman?