I am posting this here, because really, until Rane has his green card, our distance is not officially closed. -_-
Tuesday is our interview. We have a folder of joint bills, photos, greeting cards from the wedding/baby news addressed to both of us, bank statements, our marriage certificate, our birth certificates, his passport, a sealed letter from the reverend who married us confirming she stands behind our marriage as genuine, and a couple other random things.
The long ass drive is making me ill to think about. The fact that a year of our lives could be wiped out by an officer that doesn't like us is horrific. The fact that if it goes badly I am alone in this pregnancy, alone for the birth, alone for at LEAST the first year, it's just too much. I am hormonal anyway, this is pushing me into crackedville.
Then there is just the pregnancy itself. I am on 3 weeks of steroids, because we were at the last resort of things to try to make the vomiting stop. They help! But they make me sooooo cranky, starving, I feel like I'm dying of thirst 24/7, dizzy, and I get a fever/fire cheeks that come and go.
With the steroids, I'm taking meclizine, benedryl, my zofran pump (two needles into my belly a day), and I am sick of it!
I wish Tuesday was over. I wish we let people doing this the LEGAL way get into the country as those easily as those who come in illegally. Grrrr. (And while I'm ranting, how about some same sex couple visas too?? Love is love damn it)
Tuesday is our interview. We have a folder of joint bills, photos, greeting cards from the wedding/baby news addressed to both of us, bank statements, our marriage certificate, our birth certificates, his passport, a sealed letter from the reverend who married us confirming she stands behind our marriage as genuine, and a couple other random things.
The long ass drive is making me ill to think about. The fact that a year of our lives could be wiped out by an officer that doesn't like us is horrific. The fact that if it goes badly I am alone in this pregnancy, alone for the birth, alone for at LEAST the first year, it's just too much. I am hormonal anyway, this is pushing me into crackedville.
Then there is just the pregnancy itself. I am on 3 weeks of steroids, because we were at the last resort of things to try to make the vomiting stop. They help! But they make me sooooo cranky, starving, I feel like I'm dying of thirst 24/7, dizzy, and I get a fever/fire cheeks that come and go.
With the steroids, I'm taking meclizine, benedryl, my zofran pump (two needles into my belly a day), and I am sick of it!
I wish Tuesday was over. I wish we let people doing this the LEGAL way get into the country as those easily as those who come in illegally. Grrrr. (And while I'm ranting, how about some same sex couple visas too?? Love is love damn it)
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