Good To Go

All the missing links for our dossier were delivered to Andrea on Wednesday! Once they are apostilled and translated our dossier can finally go to the Consulate of Kazakhstan in New York!

In addition to the DSS letter and social worker’s license, Frank and I took the opportunity to get updated medical reports while we were waiting, and sent her those as well. This was our third doctor visit in just six months -- just to prove that we’re okay. (The first one was for the home study, the second one was for the dossier and the third one was because the second one was going to 'expire' during our process.) Kind of frustrating.

Between that, getting our Hepatitis booster shots and hearing rumblings of potential future changes in Kazakhstan's adoption laws that might affect our time frame, I have to admit...I'm having a moment. It is a this is ridiculous moment. But when the Kaz government says “Jump!” we have to say “How high? What would you like us to jump off of? Where would you like us to land? Shall we add a flip? Should we say ‘ta-da’ when we’re done? Would you like fries and a notary stamp with that?”

Sorry to whine, but I guess I'm feeling a little like a circus animal today. Not so much like a powerful, roaring lion jumping through fiery hoops, but more like an organ grinder monkey. Hold out a coin I will do tricks, tip my hat, take the coin from your hand and dash away in my little red and gold vest. Only the coin isn’t really a coin; it’s a tiny little human being who needs a family.

Blech! (shaking head)

Okay, enough of my whining and monkey talk! Time to put on my big girl panties and deal with it. Sending that FedEx meant that we are one step closer to meeting our baby! Yes, our sweet little being who is just waiting to be scooped up by our loving arms and carried into a joyful new life. A life where someone sings you to sleep and kisses you awake. A life where unconditional love and laughter abounds. A life where you glue sequins and googly eyes onto a paper plate fish, and it's beheld as the most precious piece of artwork in the world.


Okay, I have to tell you something I did last weekend that I thought I would never do. I was straightening up the baby’s room while Frank was out (trying to keep it from re-becoming the junk room!) I noticed the gift set of baby wash and baby lotion that Rosie recently gave us. It was sitting there on the changing table, looking lonely. I slowly opened up the lotion, rubbed a little on the back of my hand and breathed in its soft, sweet scent. Then I gazed around the still, quiet room … and cried just a little.

I know. Totally cliché.

What’s happening to me? Was this some kind of inevitable rite of passage? Am I going to start watching Lifetime channel movies on purpose?