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It gives me hope that maybe there will be an end to all this for me and my sweetie someday.
Unfortunately, we are facing even more delays. The medical couldn't be booked until over a month from now, and we have no word yet on an interview date. Of course, that is because he still hasn't been able to get to a computer to print out his Packet 3 forms to mail off. It won't be mailed until next week at the earliest, which is over three weeks after it was mailed to him. So much for getting a jump on things. If it had arrived just a few days earlier, he could have brought it to the US with him and taken care of it here. Looking at other timelines, I'd guess the interview will be mid-July at the earliest, but probably even later. Which is so terribly depressing.
It was so hard to send him home on that plane last Sunday, especially knowing that had it not been for that stupid RFE delay, he could have been here for good around now. Instead, it will be another two months AT LEAST. Yes, I know that seems short in the overall scheme of things. However, he arrived home to find the shift times at work had changed. Instead of regular working hours, he must now work 12 hour days for two weeks straight, and then he gets off the whole third week. Sound nice, getting a vacation every three weeks, doesn't it? But due to the time change between the US and UK, as well as his 1-1/2 commute each way, it means that instead of us being able to talk nightly for 2-4 hours, the only time we will get to talk AT ALL will be my two days off from work. He has also lost his internet connection, so we can't even e-mail the rest of the days. We are completely cut off.
And I have no one here. I feel so lost, so completely cut off from my main source of stregnth, friendship and support. It just magnifies the extra months we have to wait, and makes it feel like a prison sentence. Not only should he have been here for good around now, but now I can't even communicate with him. Why why why? I just don't understand why it has to be so hard for us. Always so hard.
Maybe it's good we can't talk often now. He doesn't want to hear at all about my frustration with the delay, which I know is because he doesn't want to think about it himself. But that means I have no one to talk to about it, and have to keep it bottled up inside. Not good.
I am glad your children's results eventually came back negative, it must've been such a worry! Good luck for the upcoming interview - I have no doubt you'll do just fine. 
Aah, so exciting to see people starting to enter the US/ready to enter. 
