Just had a call from the Intercountry Adoption Team.
Our dossier is ready to go. As in, our dossier is ready to go. As in,
our dossier is ready to go!
and because I happen to be sitting at the computer, you people are the first to know. The first. I haven't even told J yet - he's probably in the tube.
This is game on, people!
Can I say again:
edited about ten minutes later to say - my freakish reaction to *that* call does not bode well for the referral call, no not at all. I can't even get these fonts to be a sensible colour. I've spoken to the lovely, wonderful people at DHL and they are picking up our parcel tomorrow. I have NO idea how i managed to hold it together long enough to tell the woman my credit card number. (Although actually, I had enough presence of mind to use our JOINT credit card rather than blow the funds in my separate account. Good to know I haven't lost it completely).
They're picking up the parcel tomorrow, and I'm going to start tracking it obsessively for the next 48 hours. I want that screenshot saying 'delivered', dangit!!
Oooooh, I can't believe this at all. We weren't expecting this for at least another two weeks.
And hey, why is all of this in BOLD?