Is this my life?

It appears it is.

I just received a call from our adoption agency, and now the original embassy date of September 30th could be reinstated. We will know for sure Monday morning.

A little background on the situation. Yesterday when we heard from our agency, we heard it was all because of the US Embassy that this delay was happening. Well, I have no doubt about that. I have a relative who works for the embassy, so my initial reaction was to call him to see if he could do anything to help. I even asked our contact at the adoption agency, and she asked me politely not to mess with this. So instead of calling my uncle, my Mom and I called the airlines and changed our tickets.

Another Dove family got mad. Instead of calling the airlines to change their ticket, they called the US Embassy in Ethiopia, Senators, Governors, anyone who would listen to them. They pleaded their case.

The outcome?

Now the embassy is thinking about hearing all of our cases on September 30th. But we won't know for sure until Monday morning. Which would leave us 4 days to change our tickets back. Which would leave me all weekend not knowing if I should be packing or not.

Regardless of what I find out Monday morning, I already changed my tickets. Because of the wonderful generosity of some friends, I was able to have help paying the more than $300 per ticket to change the dates of the tickets for my Mom and myself. So whatever I find out, I'm not meeting Khalil for 3 more weeks instead of 1 more week.

Seriously, this is gutting me. The uncertainty of the situation is killing me. And what's really killing me is that now I find out that I could perhaps leave in 1 week as originally planned, but won't be, because my ticket says I'm leaving October 8th now. Regardless of what the embassy says Monday morning, my appointment is now October 14th.

I know this is all worth it. I know we'll all be together sooner than later. But this entire situation has drained me completely.