Jumping, scrubbing, shopping...

OK, so remember the epidural post? Waiting for that picture got so painful by the end...

Now, waiting for the TA feels more like the last stages of a pregnancy, when you can't stand the big belly anymore (not that I've ever tried it, but I've heard!). At least, a pregnant woman can jump up and down, go shopping for a whole day, scrub her floor, etc... Hey, they even have shots to speed things up!

The one jumping up and down in the house is S, claiming every single night (and some mornings, when he's awake enough...) that we're going to China, that he's ready to go, that he's ready for that baby, etc. A lot of fun to watch, but not too effective: still no TA.

We changed the floor a few weeks ago, so no need to scrub it yet. All we have left is shopping and shots. Can a shot of tequila count? The shopping will be taken care of this week-end in North Conway... ;o)

Our agency is apparently still hopeful to be able to get us on a plane by Sept. 14th, as long as the TA's arrive by next Tuesday. I have a feeling that the reason they are so hopeful it will work is not because they want us to meet our babies as soons as possible, but because they must be getting tired of the constant phone calls from antsy, impatient, TA-waiting parents!

In the meantime, I'm still here at work in that building just north of The Bay. You know the one they thought might collapse last week, with that big crack that appeared and closed downtown Montreal at rush hour on a Friday afternoon? The one with the pieces falling off from? Just below my office window?...

If you walk by, please don't lean on the building.