During a lot of our adoption journey, we likened our experience to being pregnant on paper. I have to say, looking back, it truly was very much like being pregnant, without the physical implications (though I wish I could explain weight gain away with this...). Well, if we were pregnant, then this is the story of our journey (a very long one at that) to the hospital.
Monday, June 1- Tuesday, June 2: We were as ready as we ever would be to leave for this trip. Our bags were packed, the house was closed up and we were ready to roll. Kelly's wonderful mom had Charlie (our dog, which has since taken up semi-permanent residence at her home!) and she drove us to the airport. We flew from Chicago to Amsterdam, had a layover, then flew Amsterdam to Entebbe. We arrived in Entebbe on the evening of June 2. We realized that though we had emailed our friends in Uganda to pick us up at the airport, we weren't sure at all who was coming to get us...which really just kind of was just the beginning of not knowing how things were going to work out. Thankfully, we only waited a few minutes to be greeted by Wilfred and Vena, Florence and Emma. We caravaned back to Sister Gertrude's house, where she had a delicious feast waiting for us. After eating and catching up, Kelly and I finally collapsed into bed (with the help of some Ambien!). Wednesday was going to be a big day.