Waiting for an adoption has taken many forms in quite the roller-coaster of emotions. One of those being excitement. Excitement the day we got all our paperwork in and thought "We are going to be parents tomorrow! We are the best looking couple in the pool with the best jobs and the best extended family. We look really good!" Excitement every time we get a "hospital-baby" call (a birthmother who either didn't know she was pregnant or had not made a decision on an adoption plan births a baby and an adoptive family is needed immediately). Excitement when we get an email from our case worker that there are birthmothers making adoption plans and they will be choosing a family soon.
Another emotion being happiness-ish. While we are waiting, thinking about what our new little one may look like and grow up to be. Happiness as we prepare a nursery with the cutest jungle animals (painted all by myself!), purchasing our first crib and stroller. Don't even mention how happy we were when we bought the crib mattress and sheet! Happy that over the several years of infertility, we are finally going to get what we have always wanted.
And then you get the feeling of just neutrality. "Eh, it'll happen." Go on with our day and sometimes not even think about it.
At the bottom of each rollercoaster hill, you have depression, anger, and jealousy. Watching other people with their brand new babies, hearing about people getting pregnant so easily as if by mistake. Wishing you were able to tuck your child in every night, give them a kiss, and read them a book. Wishing you could complain about having to deal with how much diapers cost, how little sleep you got the night before, that they are crawling and getting into EVERYTHING, that they cry all night, that you're using your own sick days because they're sick. Thinking the people that live in that house with the broken down cars out front and plastic over the windows, and six kids deserved them more than we do. Or the ones in the grocery store that yell at their kids in front of everyone. This, of course, makes us think "What did we ever do to not deserve our own children?"
And then with a quick email to and from our case worker, or a change of routine, or scenery, we are back to maybe the neutrality stage, or the happiness-ish stage, and quite even possibly the excitement stage. Knowing full well that the roller-coaster ride will never end. It will continue even after we are placed. Excitement of each milestone. Happiness in finally having someone to share our lives with. Neutrality when it all becomes routine. Depression, anger, and jealousy when we go through the process again thinking it was easier the first time and why is it quicker and easier for some. The depression and anger and sadness of having your child get hurt, go to the doctor, get their shots, get really sick, getting no sleep. It will never end.