I may explode... any minute now.

Okay. I've been handling the overdramatic, drawn out, diplomatic bullshit proceedings involved in my husbands immigration case for almost 3 years now. I've been patient. I've been friendly with the people who answer the phones at USCIS FORMERLY INS, as well as those at the NVC. I've been thorough with my paperwork. Meticulous with my photocopying and keeping of files. Dammit, I've done all I can do. And now, I just feel like I can't F-in take it anymore. The not knowing is killing me. The wondering if we will get some horribly mean immigration officer who will deny our case based on some silly detail, is starting to terrify me. The lack of control is eating away at me. I need so bad for this stage of my life to be over. I just want to live a normal freakin life - relatively bureaucracy free. My hope is that we really are at the end of this. That within a few months we will have our interview and JD will receive his Permanent Resident Card. Just in time for us to frolic in the beautiful spring weather and dance in the Fields. I just don't think that's too much to ask.