OK. I'm kidding about the adult beverage. Kind of. But boy, has it been THAT kind of morning.
Who knew that the required medical exams for the home study and the dossier would be the cause of SO. MUCH. STRESS? I just returned from my exam/tests...was there for 2.5 hours and got stuck with a needle four times. (I have uncooperative veins.) Now Vince is there for his exam. We made the mistake of not arranging for childcare, so for a while we had our three kiddos, including one shrieking baby, there in the office until Vince wisely decided to take them home and come back later. Why in the world did I schedule our appointments at the same time?!?
One amusing tidbit: twice I was asked if we were adopting "these three kids."
We also felt anxiety at trying to convince the doctor's office to bill these as "routine physical exams" so they are properly covered by insurance. I have a sinking feeling we will receive a few surprise bills.
Honestly, NO aspect of adoption thus far has been as challenging as this morning's medical escapade. And I realize I'm probably blowing it way out of proportion, but that's how it feels to me. I suspect I've hit my Jumping-Through-Hoops Wall, which is going to require a fresh burst of motivation for me to press through.
So feel free to weigh in with encouragement, those of you that have BTDT...or those of you who pressed through some other sort of wall...or anyone at all, really. :o)