Best. News. Ever.

We are getting a house! Here's the run down:

• Tomorrow we're kicked out of the Hilton because ICASA is taking over Addis and there is no room here.
• We aren't sure where we're moving into yet. That's a little frustrating, but we can endure. The cats, we know, will move into a co-workers home for the time being.
• By NEXT FRIDAY we should have a place to permanently hang our hats. Well, at least for the next two years.

Here's what I know about the house:

• It's in a part of town called Meganenya which isn't exactly where we were expecting to live. Most US Embassy employees live either in Bole (for those that are single or have small children) or Old Airport (for those that have school-age children). Our neighborhood is near Bole, but more convenient to the Embassy and we will be less likely to have American neighbors, which I think is great news and will encourage us to branch out even more.
• It's a house that is approved for a family of 4.  That means there are at least 4 bedrooms and a study. The original plan was to put us in a house approved for two and then we would have to reapply after Ryan was born for a larger home.  We're thankful that this tedious step was avoided.
• It's reported to be a very nice home.  We haven't been disappointed with any of the homes we've seen here in Addis, even those described as less than standard, so we're anxious to see what very nice even means in this context.
• It's 500x better than the Hilton.

All of this means that I'm about to spend the rest of my day packing, I'll be offline for a while (not sure if there is internet where we're going and there certainly isn't any at the house), and it's time I hire some staff. I wish I could explain how difficult it is to accomplish, find or purchase anything here. Without being a local, you have to hire someone who knows who you can buy safe chicken from, where to go for pastuerized milk, how to get safe carrots. Each item you eat, use to clean your home or organize it, requires vast knowledge of the resources available in Addis.  Even more, each item has two prices: a Habesha (Ethiopian) price and a Ferenji (foreigner) price. Ferenji prices for consumables are typically twice what they are in America so in the end, it's a cost-saving measure as well.

We'll be busy packing/upacking (our air shipment is set to arrive next week as well!) and doing the new-house dance in Addis for the next few days. I'll update as soon as possible!

Laurie

Bump Update

5 weeks

12 weeks

20 weeks

Sorry - I know the pic is blown out. We had a hard time getting pics to not be over exposed.

There you have it, folks.  Little Ryan is growing. Now that the top of my uterus is up near my belly button, I'm no longer shaped like a mountain peak which, we think, has the effect of making my tummy look smaller than before. I wish we had captured weeks 15-18. The good news: these cute stickers occur at smaller intervals as the pregnancy progresses so the next pic is only 4 weeks away.

Last night Mark went to watch a documentary as part of a week long series to end violence against women in Ethiopia.  The documentary followed two city-dwelling 20-somethings as they spent 20 days in the Ethiopian countryside living out their gender role. The film was interesting, but even more so were the reactions of the audience viewing the film (I was the only foreigner in the room - thank goodness for English subtitles!). The discomfort among most audience members was apparent with their nervous laughs, much like school children watching a sex-ed video, when the host mother discussed how her husband abducted her into marriage. Her family didn't fight the abduction as they had already promised her to this particular man since birth. "Why fight something when you know you've already lost," she said. The audience also had a few good laughs as the city-dwellers struggled miserably to keep up with their hosts during daily chores. That, however, was really funny.

Today we are applying for driver's permits! Yahoo! The taxis are manageable here, but they aren't like America.  You have to first ensure that your driver is sober and hasn't been chewing chat.  Then you must negotiate prices before entering the car. The cars do not come with seat belts or air conditioning.  The diesel exhaust that the old cars spew is thick, black and intense. I can't wait for my own car with rolled up windows and A/C running. All taxis were manufactured during the Soviet era by Lada.

Get Me Outta Here!

While Mark has seemingly made a miraculous recovery from food poisoning, I have remained on a steady diet of toast and rice that I only occasionally manage to keep down.  This condition has left me confined to a 400 sq ft prison cell better known as a Hilton hotel room. Before you roll your eyes, allow me to explain.

This is not your standard US Hilton with posh lighting and down comforters.  No no.
This Hilton was decorated on a motel budget in 1972.
There is black mold in the bathroom.
The sink is cracked.
The coverlet bedding comes complete with someone else's hair.
It is dark. damp. and due to our two cats, also smells like litter.

Alas, there is hope.

On December 2nd, we are getting kicked out the Hilton.
Why? Good question.
There's this ICASA event and thousands are coming to town.
There's no room at the inn.
So they are moving us into an apartment across town!!
Not just any apartment, but one with a door to the bedroom.
For peaceful sleep without cats. Or mold.

BUT! It gets better.
Before arriving we were told a new home was 2 months away.
Then it was three months.
Now it looks like we may have a place to hang our hats before Christmas.

It won't be my happy colonial, tucked up on a hill:

but it won't be a Hilton hotel room, either.

In even MORE exciting news. I'm half way through my pregnancy (20 weeks!!) and my preggo belly has finally gone from awkward triangular mountain to a typical rounded tummy.  I can also FEEL him KICK! He usually does so when I roll over onto my stomach "hey! hey! I'm upside down!!" 20 weeks gestation and he's already got an attitude. This is my child after all. I'll be posting tummy pics tomorrow.

REVISION: I spoke too soon. Mark isn't doing much better than I. It was a temporary high.

Turkey Tumble

It was a matter of time.  We're told it happens to everyone at least once.  Still, I never anticipated reenacting the food poisoning scene from Bridemaids with my husband (if you have seen the movie, you're laughing/throwing up in your mouth a little.  If you haven't seen the movie you should.)

Thanksgiving was great. We had a nice dinner at the Ambassadors house with about 12 other guests.  We then departed for round two at our friend's home for the large young-dip crowd Thanksgiving where I discovered that my sweet potato souffle (read Miller's - thanks for the recipe!) and green bean casserole had been fully consumed.  We stayed late and enjoyed time with new friends, laughing and eating dessert.

Ambassador Booth

Saturday we went to the NGO Bazaar (it occurs once per month) and the German Christmas Bazaar.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Once a year, the German community in Addis puts on a bazaar where delicious German treats are sold alongside handmade crafts for Christmas such as advent wreaths and ornaments.  We were surprised at both events by the quality and craftsmanship of each item sold.  By the time we left the NGO Bazaar, every family member's birthday gift had been determined for the year. Later that evening, we returned to our friend's home to finish off the Thanksgiving leftovers from the party.

Proof that the event really does occur.

Then Saturday night arrived...

From 2am to 2pm, Mark and I were mindblowingly ill.  Around 1pm, I had been trying to get liquids inside of me for hours with no success.  I would sip, throw up, sip, throw up... you get the picture. We called the after hours nurse at the Embassy, who asked us to rotate sips of apple juice and water and try to get in a few crackers.  Mark had only vomited once, so this was a plausible request. For me, not so much.  By 2:30PM, we were at the Embassy clinic. It's the closest thing we have to a hospital here.  The nurse practitioner met us there. She gave Mark oral hydration packets and hooked me into an IV. She then took our vitals.  Both of us were running a fever and had low blood pressure.  My heart rate was significantly elevated as well.  We looked terrible and felt worse. I stopped and thought about taking a picture of how miserable we appeared, and then thought better of it. I hadn't been able to urinate since 5AM so I warned the nurse that this was going to take a while.  And it did. We went through 3 bags of fluid before I was "functioning" again.  By the time we left the Embassy at 6:30 we were beginning to feel better and could walk without fear of passing out. 

We returned to the hotel, giant bag of meds in hand, and asked for a linen change in our room. This was the highlight of our day.  Not only did we desperately need clean towels and a fresh bed, but we also had the chance to meet Hannah, the after-hours housekeeper on premise.  She's (a) a nurse (b) 9 weeks preggo and (c) an angel.  She came over and wiped me down with a cold compress, cleaned up the room, made sure that room service was bringing us toast and water, and called later just to check on us. For all of the many shortcomings that Ethiopia has to offer, it's people are not it.  They know of few boundaries, embrace everyone as their own, and are so quick to offer support, advice and a warm hug.

We survived our Bridesmaids moment and are able to laugh about it. If you found this post to be a little TMI, you should know that I've spared you 99% of the embarrassing and hilarious details.

We awoke this morning hungry.  That's a good sign.  Mark is going to work for a half-day and I'm continuing to rest and drink fluids.  Hopefully we'll be as good as new by tomorrow.
What about y'all? Any interesting post-Thanksgiving tummy tumbles? No? Hmm. How was Thanksgiving football? We missed that. Black Friday deals?

Maternity

I wasn't sure how to describe this post for the title, but I think "maternity" sums it up nicely. I say this because I want share with you an update about Ryan, info about our tour of the Hamlin Fistula Hospital, and what we've learned about international adoption from Ethiopia.

God willing, Ryan is doing well.  I'm 19 weeks along and I have the tummy to show for it.  I feel as though I grew a lot early on and am now slowing down.  I don't think that my stomach is much bigger now than it was when I left the United States two weeks ago.  We've become a little concerned that I still haven't felt Ryan kick and this past weekend while we were at Lake Langano I experienced considerable cervical cramps.  For these reasons, we are headed to the Swedish Clinic in town tomorrow morning to make sure that Ryan is doing well.  They have an OB there that's apparently very good and also quite aggressive in her efforts to med-evac when necessary. I'll be sure to post what we learn as soon as we get back from the doctor's office.

I have always felt compelled to suggest that our wealth is "comparative" - e.g. we are wealthy when compared to most Ethiopians.  However, moving to Africa and realizing how most of the world lives, I am quite aware how legitimately wealthy we are.  The things we complain about not having and those that we wish we could afford are uniquely affluent desires regardless of where you live in the world.  America certainly skews that perception because there is so much wealth concentrated there.  This was put largely into focus after we made our appointment with the Swedish Clinic (where we will pay out of pocket) and proceeded to visit the Hamlin Fistula Hospital. 

What's a fistula? So glad you asked! Ethiopia has 80 million people and 130 OB doctors to serve them.  Of the 130 doctors, 101 are in Addis Ababa where the population is only 4 million.  That leaves 29 doctors to serve 76 million people, roughly 34 million of those are women, who live in the rural parts of Ethiopia.  Because most women in Ethiopia live in impoverished, rural communities, they never see a doctor or clinically trained midwife during their pregnancy.  Most often women deliver either on their own with the assistance of female family members or with a community midwife who has simply delivered a lot of babies but has no medical knowledge to ground her decision-making. When women go into labor, as also occurs in the US, often the baby is not turned correctly.  Perhaps their back is facing down and they are horizontal rather than head-down and vertical.  In the United States, these women would have a cesarean.  In the rural communities they suffer for 4-7 days of labor where midwives regularly sit on their bellies to try and push the baby out. Soon, the baby dies inside the mother and becomes very small so it is easy to remove.  The mother, however, is left in what seems disrepair.  Her bladder and rectum have lost blood supply for days, resulting in the formation of a single hole through which urine and feces flow uncontrollably.   Unable to endure the constant odor she produces as urine and feces trickle down her leg and infect her leg as well, her family will most often build her a small hut on the outside of town where they leave her and bring her food once or twice a day. The lucky ones are brought immediately to the Fistula Hospital in Addis.  Many however, spend years living in these huts where their legs begin to atrophy from lack of movement.  They stop eating and drinking as that produces waste - the great cause of their pain.  Divorced, isolated, without their children and starving, these women learn of the Fistula Hospital and sell everything they own to make it to Addis. When they arrive at the Hamlin Hospital, they are welcomed by trained psychiatrists and therapists who are previous patients as well.  At the hospital they begin the long process of rehabilitation, surgery, and recovery.  For many, this takes years.

Mark and I toured the Hamlin Hospital today and had a difficult time selecting the right words for the most beautiful place in Addis: magical, spa-like, inspirational, rejuvenating, a place where God works.  The small campus is nestled on the backside of a hill overlooking a large river.  While Addis is dusty and full of diesel fumes that leave you gasping for air, the Hamlin Hospital grounds feels more like an enchanted spa retreat than a hospital.  Each of the units appear in separate white buildings tucked into trees and gardens.  The rooms have large windows and plenty of ventilation to prevent the women from enduring further embarrassment from their odor.  We first went to the recovery ward, where we saw women full of hope and excitement as they lay in bed recovering from surgery.  We also went to the building where women wait for surgery. The last three places we visited were both the most difficult and encouraging to experience.  In one small room, full of light upstairs in a building there were 8 beds.  These beds were filled with the women who, for one reason or another, the recovery surgery failed for them.  They either need additional surgery or will need to wear bags for the remainder of their lives.  The latter is much like a death sentence.  At home, they will continue to be isolated. Accessing the funds to travel to one of the five satellite hospitals so they can receive their 6 month supply of bags is nearly impossible to keep up. Remarriage is an almost impossibility for them in this state.  These women gave up everything they owned to make it here and were told of a better tomorrow, that day is not going to come for them and it was hard to watch and will remain difficult for me to accept.  We then went to a physical therapy building. For the aforementioned reasons, women often arrive to the hospital in an unbelievably frail state.  What we saw were five women, all barely resembling more than a skeleton, eating boiled potatoes to gain weight as they participated in physical therapy exercises targeted at building their strength so their bodies can endure the surgery they need.  One woman was left alone for 7 years and has been participating in rehab for 8 months.  She is still a long way from walking. Despite these two difficult stops on our tour, the last stop Mark and I made was the highlight of our trip.  It was the maternity ward.  These women successfully recovered from their fistula surgeries, returned home and remarried.  They are now expecting their second or third or even fourth child and are here to ensure that there are no complications with their baby and to undergo a cesarean delivery.  One woman was feeding her newborn baby and the others were laughing and gossiping with delight - their swollen bellies shaking their entire hospital gowns.

The woman who guided Mark and I through the hospital was Fevan.  She is an inspiration and the kind of woman that passion, heart and servitude flow from without ceasing.  Fevan and I exchanged contact information and she is going to begin the process of finding me the right opportunities to serve women in and outside of Addis.  The nursing staff at the hospital, primarily former patients themselves, Fevan and the doctors are the living hands of God.  It was inspiring and humbling to see them all busily at work.

I've clearly written the longest blog post in the history of blog posts, so I will share what we've learned about Ethiopian adoption later.  In the mean time, if you're thinking about adopting from Ethiopia, you shouldn't.

If you're wondering why I didn't take pictures - the Hamlin Hospital requests that you don't out of respect for their patients.  We were happy to play by the rules. You can learn more about the Hamlin Hospital by reading Hospital by the River, written by Dr. Hamlin herself. You can also donate to the Hamlin Hospital by visiting their website.

Outside Addis

This weekend Mark and I traveled with a large group of friends from the Embassy to Lake Langano.  Langano is about a 2.5 hour drive south of Addis Ababa and known for its diverse population of birds.

Our trip began on Friday at 2:30PM as we began the steep decline into the valley.  The Lake rests at roughly 4,500 feet above sea level, still higher than Denver, but a great decline from our starting 8,300 feet in Addis. Addis is full of cars, people, and smog.  Within minutes, the chaos of the city disappeared and the hillsides brought forth small huts, women working diligently out front to make injera for their family's dinner, and young boys out to pasture with livestock.

This traditional Ethiopian home is called a Tukul and is made of straw, sticks and packed mud

Along the drive we saw acres upon acres of greenhouses producing roses, one of Ethiopia's largest exports. We also passed busy small towns with people and livestock roaming the streets.  It was rush to beat the sunset as driving on these roads is impossible at night.  We swerved to avoid cattle, goats, donkeys, and children at least once every 5 minutes.

Then my camera died. Poop!

We stopped once on our drive to Langano after seeing two women carrying heavy loads of wood on their backs.  We needed fire wood and were able to buy two evenings worth of wood from them for 200birr, roughly 12 USD.  As soon as our car pulled over, children swarmed the vehicle.  What happened was different from what I anticipated.  The children weren't exactly sweet in their pursuit of our belongings.  They attempted to pick-pocket each of us, break in to our cars, etc. all with a smile on their face.  It was odd.  We handed them blow pops, but they didn't understand when we ran out that there was no more to give and they continued to beg.  In most third world countries, people wouldn't consider begging so bluntly or obtrusively.  Certainly there are occasional beggars, but not an entire town's worth of children.  It was odd because you want to help them, but their behavior makes it difficult.  I'm excited to learn Amharic so that on our next trip I can speak with the children.  It was obvious there was great need for access clean water, clothes, nutrient-rich food, and soap.  Basic needs were not being met and when observing their behavior through that perspective, it's easy to see why the kids would behave as they were.

The drive was beautiful.  Mark and I shared the thought out loud that "now it feels like we're in Africa." We made it to Langano just before sunset (it goes down early here, around 6PM).  The lake is home to many camp "resorts" and Embassy campsites.  The lake's popularity comes from its silty (and therefore brown) water that prevents snails from living in it.  Snails carry bilharzia, a parasitic disease commonly found in water throughout Ethiopia.  We stayed at the US Embassy campsite that had a generator that ran for a few hours in the evening, a small working kitchen, plumbing for a bathroom, covered concrete slabs facing the water for sleeping, a small beach, and a fire pit.  For the remainder of the weekend, we split our time between laying out, swimming, reading books, and chatting by the fire.  It was delightful and a great way to get out of Addis and see a different side of Ethiopia.

At night I saw more stars at one time than I have likely ever collectively seen in my life.  It was amazing and held us captivated for hours.  The fascination that early astronomers held with stars is no longer a mystery to me.  Without any light pollution to speak of, the African night sky is mesmerizing.

This area is full of dead, dormant and active volcanoes. The kids at the campsite spent their time collecting old volcanic pumice and on our drive home we stopped and collected large, ornate pieces of shiny black volcanic rock.  It's been fun to learn about geology - it makes me look forward to sharing these experiences with Ryan when he's old enough to understand.

This Week
We made it back to Addis late on Sunday and grabbed an Italian dinner at the Sheraton, just a short walk away.  Today I am attending a New Spouses Orientation at the Embassy and then meeting with my Amharic tutor at 1PM to sort out cost, frequency, etc. Later, Mark and I are having dinner with a friend from our church in DC, Craig.

Tomorrow I have a luncheon with the Community Liaison Office at my friend Alek's home and my meeting with my Amharic tutor.  Wednesday we are travelling to the Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital to learn about the volunteer opportunities available there, another Amharic training, checking out yet another car on the local market, and preparing for our Thanksgiving feast. On Thursday we are attending two Thanksgiving dinners.  First, we were invited to attend dinner at the Ambassador's house (we're new to the area so I think it's a pity invite. I promise, we're not that important.) from 4-7PM. Don't worry - I will give a FULL account of what the Ambassador's residence and furniture looks like. We can't wait to check it out! After that meal, we head to a friend's home here in Addis with about 30 others for a Thanksgiving feast. Since there will be 15 foreigners attending the meal, we're doing a Thanksgiving skit for them that I am in charge of coordinating.  It should be entertaining and I'll be sure to grab a bunch of pictures. For this feast, I'm cooking sweet potato casserole and green bean casserole (provided I can find someone who will lend me two cans of Cream of Mushroom).

Pictures I Managed to Capture While Driving Before My Camera Died

Nicer homes with corrugated roofs have security fences built around them.

Dormant volcano.  Apparently there is a lake at the top. It's hard to see the scale of this giant from  this photo, but imagine Stone Mountain made 800% bigger.

Shops ("Souks") sell small goods.

Ethiopia v. Somalia

On Wednesday evening Mark and I went with a small group of friends to see the national soccer game between Somalia and Ethiopia.  These two countries do not like each other at all. A history of war and land disputes lead to the most intense and volatile soccer game I've really ever heard of.  We sat safely in what's considered the Executive Section where tickets ran 100birr a piece (roughly $5.50 USD). Standard tickets were 5birr.  The game was a lot of fun and we had a great time.  I was able to capture a few pictures of the scene.  We were seated on the very first row, so unfortunately the fence appears in most of the shots, but you can still get the idea.

The band takes the field.

Outside of the stadium.

Somalia has some beautiful fans! Check out their handmade dresses! 

See! We're alive!

Pre-game lineup.  Play nice, guys.

Ethiopian National Guards showing their support!

The free t-shirt I walked away with compliments of the Somali Ambassador.

In the end, Ethiopia won 5-0.  Our cab driver last night informed us that he saw us in a group for "Ferengis" (white foreigners) on TV during the game.

Last night we went to a Mediterranean restaurant, Serenade, that was delicious.  It's certainly one of the nicest places to dine in Addis.  Our favorites were saffron ice cream and tilapia with capers.  Around 2PM today we are headed to Lake Langano for a weekend camping trip with friends from the Embassy. The Lake rests about 3.5 hours outside of Addis and is apparently quite beautiful.  I won't be in touch again until Monday but will be sure to update everyone as soon as possible.

Week #1, post 2

Last night we dressed up and attended the annual Marine Corp Ball.  The event was a lot of fun with dancing and great food.  There were a lot of important Ethiopians at the event, alongside Americans, and also a few representatives from European countries.  We enjoyed our evening, but the glamour of the event was quickly overshadowed by the other side of Addis that we were humbled to see today. 

This morning Mark and I met up with two other couples and a driver and went to a few unique spots in the city.  The first was a shoemaker that creates ballet flats from scrap fabric and uses inner tubes for soles.  The company is called Extra Seeds.  I picked out a fabric that I liked and had him custom cut a pair for me that will be ready tomorrow.  The "factory" is actually a store front in the slums that consists of a single room.  In it there are stacks of fabric and two men cutting and making shoes.  The room has no ventilation and the fumes of contact cement were overwhelming.  The store exists in a line up of storefronts that primarily sell cheap Chinese goods such as clothing, flip flops and plastic bowls.  After visiting Extra Seeds we went to a co-op of women potters who have HIV.  Their "kiln" was a shack with small fires inside that they set the pottery next to.  They pack eucalyptus leaves to the outside of the pottery to give it unique brown patterns.  The pottery is beautiful and we are certainly excited to stock our home, once we get one, with salad bowls, chimineas (sp?), pots, and decor from the co-op. We then headed over to a part of town that in Amharic is called "Giraffe" as that is where giraffes once roamed outside the city.  It's a large part of town that is, at best, slums. Sewage runs through the streets, children run barefoot, old women hobble on impossibly rocky terrain uphill, homes are made of tarps and scrap metal and nothing goes to waste.  There we saw a man who finds rusty and worn metal goods such as hinges and knives and uses a wheel to sharpen them back to life.  We also met a man who tans his own leather (a very cheap commodity here) and hand sews soccer balls. They are excellent quality and about $6.50 USD a piece.  It takes him one day to make one and his shop employs two others.  I bought a traditional shawl made by the women in the slums that is white gauze trimmed in red fabric.  Mark and I have been disappointed that much of the Embassy and NGO staff we have met don't spend any time at all in these parts of town. In fact, many we know have never been to these parts of the city ... and they find Addis frustrating for its inconveniences.  Visiting these parts of town is both humbling and a noteworthy reminder of the comforts that we still have as wealthy Westerners and should not take for granted.  At 12Stone, PK spoke about how people who are comfortable rarely feel compelled to help.  We are officially uncomfortable and we're excited to get involved in an overwhelming and huge problem.

We spent the rest of the afternoon playing at the Hilton pool - it has an annual membership fee so many locals use it as a country club of sorts - and played in the pool with two really adorable Sudanese kids.  I'm pretty sure I could make a fortune training wealthy Ethiopian children how to swim.  They all want to know how to swim (they live in a land-locked country with only a few pools) and have no fear of water. My lifeguard senses were on high alert the entire time as I watched people literally bounce off the bottom of the pool in the deep end to "swim" across. After the pool we went to a traditional Ethiopian restaurant with traditional shoulder dancers from the Tigere region of the country (Youtube search "shoulder dancing"...it's insane). From there we went to a gathering at a new friend's house for an evening around a fire pit.  Now it's 12AM and we're headed to bed.  Tomorrow we are attending church at 9am and will then participate in a brunch at 11.  

If you want to talk, please set up a Google Voice account (it's free) and give yourself a phone number on GVoice with a 202 area code and have it set to forward to your cell phone. Once you have done that, email me your 202 phone number and I can call you for free.  It's otherwise about $12/min so basically, I love you all but that isn't happening.  We're also on Skype - our username is Markle.Harlan but we don't really sit by the computer so email us if you want to Skype rather than phone and we can coordinate a time.

Week #1

Written via email to family on November 11, 2011: 


Our first day was great, but we were SO tired! I struggled to stay awake until 6pm last night and slept until 6am this morning. Apparently it's not uncommon to be exceptionally tired your first two weeks because of the altitude adjustment.  Basically you fall asleep and your breathing slows to a rest pace, but it's not enough oxygen so you jolt awake thinking that your suffocating. The altitude has impacted us in other ways. We both sound like smokers and it's embarrassing to watch us walk up a flight of stairs. We are told it takes a while to acclimate and to just be patient.  In the meantime, we have to drink a ton of water.  I drank about 2.5 gallons yesterday and I still had a dry mouth the whole time. 

All I've seen of the city is the stretch between the Hilton and the US Embassy, about a 15 minute drive.  Yesterday after Mark went into the office I unpacked and organized the room.  Then the office driver, Girum (pronounced Groom - he's very nice) picked me up and took me to the Embassy. There we met with the Regional Medical Officer to talk about emergency medi-vac procedures for me in the event of pre-term labor or any other incident.  She's very nice. I will medi-vac out of Addis to Atlanta during my 34th week, no earlier (unless it's an emergency, they won't pay for earlier) and no later (they don't allow that either). Which means, as predicted, you can expect me sometime around March 8. After meeting with the RMO we went to lunch at the Embassy cafeteria which was surprisingly good and then took care of some entry paperwork.  We will be doing a lot more of that on Monday and Tuesday.  After that, I was introduced to everyone in Mark's office and together we sat down with his boss to discuss Mark's plan of work, how I can help, and what to anticipate. He's a very nice, family-oriented guy that carries that reputation with him so we're both pretty excited about that.  Around 3:30 Girum picked us up and drove us to a grocery store to purchase more water (it's very expensive at the Hilton) and a few other goods.  Western food is very expensive here and dining out is exceptionally affordable so I imagine we'll be doing a lot of the later during these next two months. 

The streets of Addis are teeming with people everywhere - on the sidewalks, in the streets, etc. - they have little regard for oncoming cars and, in fact, the pedestrian is always right.  Mark and I were both a little surprised by the lack of destitution.  People may not have much, but there is little homelessness and few shack-like homes here.  Addis is a pretty wealthy city by Ethiopian standards and the rest of the country is apparently much worse off.  We both feel as though the homeless rate in this city is comparable to DC.  The driving here is crazy! There are more accidents in Addis each year than there are in any other city in the world. I believe it, too. Fortunately, no one ever moves fast enough to cause serious injury. Ethiopia's status as a Police State is evidenced by the excessive paranoia and presence of troops everywhere.  It looks as though any minute the President will walk through the door - except he doesn't - it's just normal to have so many cops and troops around.  That will take some getting used to, but it's easy to see why Addis is so safe. 

We were able to acquire two Ethiopian cell phones yesterday but since Ethiopia has Skype blocked, we can't login to our account until Monday at the Embassy to set up routing.  Having cell phones will help tremendously not only talking to y'all, but coordinating travel around the city with a private driver until we are able to acquire cars.  Mark's car isn't done being made in Japan and we are just beginning the process of looking for a car for me.  There is a lot of red tape to acquiring a second car as a family and we've been told to anticipate that the project will take us a few months. The Embassy is closed today due to Veteran's Day and tonight is the Marine Corp Ball. It's conveniently at our hotel.  Today I am going to Boston Day Spa with a girl, Lauren, who works at the Embassy in customs.  She is the resident "spa guru" in Addis and we're getting mani/pedis for tonight for the equivalent of $4 USD. We're still working on finding a converter that will work for our US style plugs - it's not as easy as you might think without a way to leave the hotel. Now that we have phones, we can call a driver (once Meg at the office sends us his number) and ask him to pick us up.  Once we have a converter, we'll be able to charge our laptop and at least Skype via that.  I'll also have a way to use a curling iron, which will be great for tonight. 

Mark loves his new job and is happy to be here.  We've got a packed social calendar this weekend.  The Marine Corp ball tonight, a grill out on Saturday night (a couple at the Embassy just got their fire pit in and want to break it in), church Sunday (we're starting out by trying the International Evangelical Church - your only options are the Mormon church, the Orthodox church and the Evangelical church...we obviously fit into the last more than either of the prior as the Orthodox service last 4 or more hours and we want to find a church community that Ryan will be able to fit into...4 hour services won't be it!) and then a brunch on Sunday in our honor.  Monday we have a health checkup and some paperwork to do to delcare ourselves to the Ethiopian government and Tuesday we have a tour of the Embassy (it's HUGE and looks like a prison from the outside) and a bunch of meetings with people like the Community Liaison Officer.

I will skip that line, please.

I've got two diplomatic passports in hand stamped with two visas for Ethiopia!! It's all going to come together after all!

An Overdue Post

I know, I know. I owe the world final pics of all the renovation projects that we've endured over the past few months. Life has become a LOT busier these days.I promise to get around to that soon, but it's worth announcing...

We are moving to Ethiopia on November 15th!

Exciting, huh? We were very excited to learn that Mark has been posted to Addis Ababa and feeling very grateful for all of the support we've received along the way. It hasn't been without a few hiccups, and I'm sure there are more to come, but I thought you might enjoy a list of the things that we didn't anticipate learning/experiencing as a result of this assignment:

1. Sure, Ethiopia is in Africa, but it's not hot. In fact, Addis rests about 8,300 feet above sea level and other than a short rainy season during the Summer the average high is around 73 and low around 50.  The weather doesn't change much throughout the year so it's kind of like moving to San Diego.
2. Ethiopians are incredibly nice and sincere in their willingness to help.  DC has a large Ethiopian community and we've really enjoyed talking with so many people about what to expect, what to pack, and how to behave while we're there.
3. Ethiopia is a hub for NGO's serving the horn of Africa since it's the only stable population and community.  Having Sudan and Somalia as your neighbors will make any country look good!
4. Despite the large ex-pat community in Addis, there isn't a single Western grocery store. That makes Addis a "consumables post" which means that we get extra weight allowance to ship things we plan to consume over the next two years.  Learning what two years worth of toothpaste, Pledge Multisurface (what? I'm addicted. Don't judge), cake mix, and salad dressing looks like is both expensive and mind boggling.  I do hope that this experience will break of us our American attachment to consumption.
5. Ethiopia is the cradle of humanity.  No. Really. Think Garden of Eden. It's where archeologists found Lucy's body. If people have been surviving and thriving there for millions of years, so can we. As a result, it has a rich and unique Christian history.  We're excited to see one of the few remaining countries where Christians and Muslims have lived together in peace for over a thousand years.
6. Addis is safe. In fact, there are fewer homicides in Addis each year than there are in DC. The most common crime is pick pocketing. 
7. Ethiopia is the easiest African country to adopt from. Doctor's have suggested for some time that having a biological child was not in our future - at least not without significant medical intervention.  After a lot of conversation and prayer, Mark and I both felt that growing our family was our own cross to bear and that we wouldn't challenge God's decision about a biological child. (Note: that's a personal decision and we certainly don't think it's for everyone. We would never judge anyone for their path to parenthood.) We were excited to adopt when the time was right. Learning how easy it is to adopt from Ethiopia opened up a floodgate of emotions and gratitude.  It was as if God selected Ethiopia as our new home so that we could begin our family. Then something amazing happened......a faint pink line appeared where the doctor's said it wouldn't. Only a few weeks after deciding to begin the adoption process in Ethiopia, we experienced a miracle and God is giving us a child. We are overwhelmed, excited, humbled and made speechless by the awesomeness of our God. He who gives and takes away has given plentifully and we are so blessed!
8. Packing just got harder. Packing for three (plus two cats!) is no easy task.  How do I know what my baby will want to eat when it's 1.5? Peas? Carrots? Pickles? Pasta salad? ...wait, those last two are mine. Strict weight shipments have lead us to be particular about what stays and what goes and a pending October 17th pack-out date has forced us to purchase a nursery much quicker than most expecting couples do. Moving to Africa presents a lot of challenges but also a lot of unique opportunities to try otherwise odd or annoying parenting styles by American standards.  For example, we'll be using cloth diapers. Bum Genius Elemental All-in-Ones to be exact. Ethiopia doesn't have a waste management system and we don't want our baby's dirty dipes to end up in another baby's drinking water. We'll also make all of our own food at home and try our hand at organic gardening. Ethiopia is known for food borne illness and we would hate to pass a tummy ache on to our little one.
9. Logistically it's not that easy to have a baby in Africa. I'll fly out with Mark in November only to return in February and wait-it-out in Georgia with my family. International flights are a no-no after 32 weeks. I'm due April 19th (Mark will fly back a week or two prior) and then after the baby is born we'll wait 6 weeks before receiving medical clearance and a passport for the little guy/gal to head back to Addis. Right now we're flying back-and-forth to Georgia for our OB appointments since I plan to deliver there. Buying two years worth of "stuff," preparing for a new baby, moving to Africa, and trying to spend as much time with family and friends prior to our departure keeps us both excited and exhausted (especially me - I would sleep for 24hrs a day right now if work would let me).
10. God's timing is frustratingly perfect. I'll be in Ethiopia for less than three months before returning home and I'll then spend two months without Mark during an undoubtedly exciting and difficult time. Three months isn't enough time to start a job and it's pretty difficult to get a job with a big 'ol stomach. I envisioned our time in Ethiopia as a unique opportunity to go into the lesser served communities and help. Now that's going to be tougher to accomplish than I originally anticipated. This all sounds pretty miserable (imagine me. not working. sitting at home in Ethiopia watching my stomach grow with nothing to do. it may be a nightmare to even know me.) until you look at it like this: we get to raise a child in Africa, I get to deliver at home with my family near instead of in DC, I don't have to go straight back to work after the baby is born, we can afford a child much easier in Africa than we can in DC, we get to try out all kinds of creative parenting techniques because of our unique situation, having a baby is an easy way to meet people and we're going to want new friends in Addis, domestic help is exceptionally affordable (and recommended - it helps the local economy) in Addis so we'll have a nanny, cook and cleaner to make taking care of the little one easier, and then there's the Ethiopian culture.  In Ethiopia people don't talk about their children as their own. They talk about children as if they are on lend from God. It is His child and you are chosen to raise it - in fact, in Ethiopia the community feels responsible for raising God's child together. I can't wait to meet and befriend the incredible women that will influence our little one. It's God's perfect timing and we are perfectly pleased.