My stomach is tied up in knots, tied up with butterflies, the painful kind.

This is happening today.

4 months after I made the decision to take that first step, the time has come. I have no idea what I will find, how I shall feel. Whether there is anything at all in my adoption file.

I haven’t hopes, I haven’t expectations, and I haven’t a desire for all the questions to be solved today.

All I know is little steps. That is all I can do.

….and try not to throw up.

Wish me luck.

Miss S x

(Part 1 is here, plus you can read all my adoption posts via the adoption tag and thanks to the lovely people at Scottish Adoption for helping me with this)