Waiting for a call

I'm sitting here just waiting for the phone to ring, waiting for the foster agency to have a placement for me. The room is all ready, dad has been painting the skirting, the windows and the door today, so actually maybe its best they don't call me today, the house smells of paint!

I'm just excited and apprehensive I guess.  I don't doubt that I can take on the challenge but I'm pretty sure i'm going to be terrified when the phone call actually comes!  There again I don't suppose its anymore terrifying than coming home from the maternity ward with a new born and then realising that you have this child to care for.  So if they can do it, I can do it, plus I have an amazing support network of friends and family to help me out.  I've been touched by all the offers of help that have been coming my way, people have been so very kind.