Or Not.

Soooo... anyway. Yesterday: rough day. I think my phone call to MoT in the morning in which I burst into tears and refused to leave a message because nobody ever calls back anyway may have been traced back to me. Because after a month of waiting, I was sent an email yesterday afternoon. My file is indeed still sitting on a desk in Ontario. It has not been sent to the embassy in Ottawa; it surely is not in Ethiopia. But apparently, because this is the update (maybe?), it doesn't have to go through those things to put me officially back on the list. She said I'm officially waiting. In fact, I'm #5 on the list, and #3 for a referral for a little gal up to 24 months. Blarg. This process sucks. It's the most up and down I've ever been in my life. I'm starting to feel a little manic. Like I was a normal person at the beginning of this thing, when they did my home study, and now I've gone a little nuts -- a little emotionally wrecked. So yeah. Today is better than yesterday (thank goodness!). I think I'll change my blog name now. BTW, thanks all for your encouragement. It was much needed.
P.S. My boy just pulled out his first tooth :D