Friday, August 20, 2010
The labour of the Russian Embassy
Yesterday (due to the most silly decision of mine to make an appointment on my birthday) Jack and I went to the Russian Embassy. It was terrible... we didn't achieve anything apart from me storming out of there and then bawling my eyes out for about 30 mins outside (long story). But while we were in there I realised that there are a lot of parallels between being in the Russian Embassy and giving birth - both are extremely painful, you're never quite sure how long it'll take, you feel like screaming (and possibly do) and you're never quite sure about what will turn out in the end of this drawn out process.
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A Russian friend who lives across the road (knew her from mothers group, and she has a baby one day younger than Lexy), had a stressful experience with Russian embassy too (ppl from embassy in Canberra came to melbourne, i think?). It took her a whole day waiting and queuing, didnt get home until midnight. can you imagine a breastfeeding mother leaving her son with mother in law at home: engorged breasts and hungry+cranky baby at home. Sounds like Russian embassies are similarly painful everywhere.
ReplyDeleteHappy belated Birthday, btw :) Hope you are feeling better today *hugs*
Yeah, I think I'll keep on procrastinating on renewing my Russian passport & getting Katya one until I have two babies to get passports for.
ReplyDeleteare you knocked up??? I hope you resume your blogging, I was really enjoying it....
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