Had a call yesterday afternoon. My foster parent license was in. And by the way, here is a possible placement. The details (such as they were) were read to me, and there was no hesitation in me saying, "Yes". Drug use, no prenatal care, history of disease in the family, none of it mattered. Baby. Baby in need of home.
Me. Baby. Tomorrow.
The foster mommy gig just got real, folks. Am spending the evening setting up a pack N Play bassinet, sterilizing bottles and installing a car seat.
And trying not to throw up from nerves.