Travel Time is Nigh!

We are approaching our flight date; flights are booked, hotels, rides to and from airports arranged, bags....no where near packed.  House, nowhere near clean-dog keeps shedding  on everything and if she drools on my floor one more time after I have JUST steam cleaned it there might be a new rug on that floor soon! 

Clearly I have some issues.  I think I am just so excited to just get on that plane and go that NOTHING is happening fast enough for me right now!   Big Bear is frantically trying to get ahead on his assignments. I have to give him credit, working full time, night classes, and getting ready to go on the adventure of a lifetime-he handles it amazingly well. 

Soon, soon, soon our Little Bear will be in our arms and this Mama Bear just couldn't be happier (despite all the dog hair).

Crisis Averted-I Get to go to Ethiopia!

Oy, I am so sick of immigration issues, if it's not our sons, its mine.  Good news, I figured out a way to make it work.  Because my PRV travel document expired (a week ago-and it takes a YEAR to renew!) I cannot come back in to Canada via airplane (at least not without major hassle). BUT, we figured out that since I am a US citizen I can fly out with Big Bear, spend the week in Ethiopia with BB & LB, fly out of Ethiopia, and into Dubai with them.  Then, Big Bear and Little Bear will fly back via a Canadian route, I will fly back a US route and then drive across the border.  Seriously, a weird system we have here but its going to work.  Most importantly I get the go to Ethiopia and revel in the joy of my son, and soak in Ethiopia. 

I cannot tell you how crushed I was to think I would have to miss the trip. 

So, we leave in 11 days.  11, I can't believe it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He has changed so much:

Referal at 3 mos.                                     Update at 6 months                                 Update at 11 months

Mama Bear and Big Bear Have an Announcement

We have a VISA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Too many exclamation points? I think not. :)

Overwhelmed, excited, relieved, you name it we feel it right now.

Presenting Little Bear: Biyadegelegn Marcus James  (Biya)

12 months

More waiting....

That's all....just MORE waiting......

you don't even want to know the kind of crap we're dealing with. Happy to say though that our agency has been very supportive.

Screw excited...crushed

Oh yeah, the Dr. signed off, tests came back clear. Imm. folks finally found the paperwork. BUT OH NO DON"T THINK WE ARE DONE...yes you guessed it, more testing!  So let's see, x-ray CLEAR, blood work CLEAR, horrible sputum test results that we waited 12 weeks for and just came back 2 weeks ago CLEAR.  So three tests, three CLEARS, Dr. signed it off (5 months all told so far, going for 6? just in medical all together we are now at almost 8 months total VISA wait)....but someone who sits in an office and has never seen Little Bear decides that he must be ill because he coughed (like twice while getting his exam-not my words-CAFAC's, the Dr.must have written it/ noted it)  and so we need more tests.    The agency is as shocked as I am.  

Once I recovered from my shocked/horrified/furious emotional tornado I was on the phone, the email, and everything trying to get a straight answer.  The vagueness that is imm. is staggering. 

I have sent out Big Bear for comfort food, and tampax.  Yes, I am so freaking freaked right now my husband volunteered to publicly buy my tampons just to get out of the house.

To Get Excited or Not to Get Excited...

That is the question.  So the good news is Little Bear finally was ok'd by the Dr., the paperwork is signed off and sent on to the powers that be....after 5 months, 5 months of waiting in which EVERY SINGLE TEST HE WAS GIVEN PROVED THAT HE WAS HEALTHY AND YET THEY KEPT ORDERING MORE TESTS!!! (Not that I am bitter or anything).  Theoretically we can begin getting excited because that SHOULD be the last hurdle.  My faith in the process however is low for good reasons... as in how we were told (yesterday) that the results were sent but none of the "powers that be' seem to know where they are now.  Huh.

The Conversation That Wouldn't Die

You know the one I mean....well this had an interesting twist .

Scene: After Zumba workout (Keep in mind I tried really hard to be nice because she is a client)

Her: Conratulations on your adoption!

Me: Thanks we are very excited to bring our little boy home.

Her: Yes, your daughter is lovely.

Me:  We have a son, but thank you, we think he is adorable too.

Her: No, your daughter, the dark girl who rides my sons bus.

Insert my confused look. I know the girl she is referring to, who is hispanic, and adopted but no relation to me.

Me: Oh, you mean *****, she is a lovely girl but not my daughter.  As I said, I have a son, who is currently living in Ethiopia.  At this point I am desperate to get out of this conversation "thanks again" I say trying to get her to go....but oh no....

Her:  SO you have a son....

ME: Yes, he is 12 months old, we hope to bring him home soon,  lovely talking to you, I have to run.....

Her: So, you know (mischeivious twinkle in her eye) that as soon as you bring him home you will get pregnant right?

Me: What makes you think that? (Now I jsut want to see how big a hole she will dig herself into)

Her: Well, my sister-in-laws cousin was overweight like you and as soon as she was chasing that toddler around the house and lost some weight she got pregnant right away. 

Me:  Well, I guess its good that I am leading the Zumba fitness classes then.

Her: Oh yes, plus it will help you relax. That's key you know, relaxing, it seems that people get too tense trying to have babies and that mental block gets in the way.  Once you relax and lose weight it will all get better.

Me: Un huh, so that's all it took? Relaxing and losing weight....wow, 7 years of Dr's visits and they missed that. Thanks for the tip.

Her: Not a problem, have a great evening! (No she never caught on to the sarcasm)

....and she finally walked away

Ok, so I am childless, fat, and tense......thanks for hitting all of my sensitive spots in one quick blow.