I'm grieving. This is normal. Anger is one of the stages of grief. I got denial covered, too.
I'm going through them quickly because I'm not grieving my baby; I'm only grieving two months away from my baby. Getting the extra two months of waiting time was unexpected, and, due to lack of information (my agent still hasn't called me), it dawned on me gradually. I'm still not 100% certain I won't get a last-minute call to hurry up and pack, because I'm leaving in a week! That would be cool.
I'm only 96% certain that won't happen.
Now it's raining hard. My new roof is being tested for leaks. Isn't that just awesome???
Hey, is sarcasm a stage of grief? Or is that just my normal state of being?
Guess I'd better go upstairs and check. *sigh* I want something good to happen. Or at least something bad to not happen.
I want a Boston cream pie to magically appear before me. (Because having a huge dish of watermelon and yogurt for supper wasn't enough stress-eating for me!)