The day from hell

Yesterday was the day from hell. I didn't feel good, was exhausted and had adoption drama that I really didn't need. I have been feeling lightheaded and nauseous for the last three days. I'm not sure why. I was so tired I fell asleep sitting on the bench out on the playground at work. Its a good thing I wasn't alone with the children! Something is obviously not right. Maybe I'm coming down with something. I just got up from a two hour nap. The adoption agency called yesterday. They want all of our paperwork by this Friday so we can be DTC in November. Otherwise we'll have to wait until December. There is no way I'm letting that happen, so I agreed to do anything I had to in order to get them the required paperwork. This means making multiple phone calls to our doctor because they forgot to fill in the results for our Hepatitis tests. All I needed was for them to fax the results to the agency. Pretty simple, right? Riiiiiggghhhtttt......The only problem is that our doctor is out of town for the entire week, and he is the only one who can do this. WHAT? Since when can't a nurse fax test results? I've about had it with this doctor. No amount of begging, pleading, yelling or crying would make her change her mind. It is ridiculous. Anyway, one frantic phone call to the adoption agency later, and they agreed to process the paperwork now and wait until Monday for the test results. Phew. Drama that I do not need. Then I had to drive to Long Beach to pick up a letter from our accountant verifying Joe's income. Nevermind that we already have letters from all three schools verifying this info. Nooooo...our agency thinks it doesn't look good that he has so many employers and they want a letter simply stating that he is a teacher and what his gross monthly income is. Fine. We had the letter done, and I had to go pick it up. In rush hour traffic. Yay me. It took me an hour to get there. Then I had to hurry up and get it to the mailbox place so I could overnight it to the agency, since suddenly she decided that she wanted the paperwork on Thursday instead of Friday. Ummmmmm, again with the rush hour traffic. Needless to say, it took me another hour to get home, and I missed the Fedex guy by fifteen minutes. Oh well, they'll just have to settle for Friday. Then I had to rush off to meet up with the gals from my infertility support group(which was lovely, by the way). It was the only good thing about yesterday. But man was I exhausted when I got home and fell into bed at 10:00. I'm still exhausted.

P.S. I can't really call it my "infertility support group" anymore. Out of the original five of us, three have gotten pregnant or had babies, one of them with twins. Although I am extemely happy for all of them, I have to admit I feel like the "failure" of the group. No pregnancy for me. Maybe I won't feel that way after we bring Sophie home. I hope so.