As I type this, I am sitting with the phone to my ear waiting for a representative from USCIS. Adoption is so much fun......grrr...
I realize that we started this process six months ago. Since then we have switched agencies twice, completed our homestudy, raised most of the money needed to complete the adoption, been fingerprinted, examined under a microscope (in some cases, literally), answered a million questions from friends and family--and, at times, strangers, begun homeschooling, started potty-training Josh, and found our daughter. Since we found our little girl the waiting has become so much harder. I find that I think about what she is doing throughout the day; I wonder if she is sick, sad, happy, angry. I think about a little girl who has never known a life outside of an orphanage. She has no idea what a mommy or daddy are, she shares her crib with another baby and gets attention when she absolutely needs it. She is likely nobody's "favorite" and probably doesn't have anyone to just cuddle her, or tickle her until she turns red. She doesn't know what a "pet" is, or even a dog for that matter.
Hey! I got a live person...and he keeps saying, "one moment, Ma'am..."--Darn! I'm on hold again! At least he has a nice deep bass-ey voice. If I could just get the FDL in the mail, I would stop bugging these nice people! I just need to know how long it will take to get my dossier to China and then how long to travel....I'm so ready to go!
