I probably shouldn't even be writing on this now, because the emotions are running a little high. Did you know that this has been the year that my hair actually has begun to turn grey? I'm being totally serious about that. I haven't had any grey hairs up to now on my head, but this year I've got 2 little patches at each temple that are getting silver. Kind of where my devil horns would be if I could grow some. It's been an exhausting week for me. Each day I have been completely conscious of the fact that the days are beginning to count down now, properly, to Database Day in Kiev. It's pretty much all I can think about because it feels so surreal. Sometimes I catch myself amazed at the moment because these are really the last times it's going to be just us 2. After almost 13 years of being together alone, it's all going to change with the addition of another person to our family. It makes me excited, it makes me wistful. Sometimes if I am truly honest, it also makes me feel a little bit sad, too. Then guilty for feeling a little bit sad. Which is how I've come to be here because I feel like I've brought all this on myself.
Phone call this morning from our agency. All of our paperwork has arrived safely to the Ukrainian office and has been looked over and is being translated as we speak. Except there is a problem. And it makes me scared and also angry because I should have listened to my gut- but I didn't. On our medical certificates, there are 2 sets of dates: the first date where our doctor did half the physical exam, then another date when we went back to get the results of required blood tests and he completed the second part. I called our agency not once, but TWICE to confirm that this was OK, and wouldn't cause confusion or a problem when it came to our file being reviewed in Ukraine. I was told twice that it was no problem by our agent. So we left the doctor's office, these double dated papers in hand.
