We got our not-at-all-preferred consulate appointment date of February 27. I'm disappointed and I'm angry.
I think I hadn't allowed myself to get my hopes up through this entire, two year process, until this past weekend. I really thought we'd finally get to leave February 1, but no. Now it looks like we won't be leaving until February 15, maybe. Even that isn't certain. I'm crushed.
All I want is to go and get Molly so we can start to be a family.
Since October it has been one mysterious and unexplained delay after another. Now it is going to be TEN weeks between our referral date and our travel date. For no apparent reason. We are missing so much of her life!
Please note, this is not a statement that I want you to call or email and be all supportivenshit ala "buck up old chum." I just need to vent. Even I can't keep a brave, positive face all the time. Between this and trying to wind down my job toward an ever later and later date, the stress is monumental and looking around our house with evidence of the absent baby in every room is not helping.
Yes, I'm a hater today.
Cheryl
