*happy dance*
My husband was so confused by the fact that it was so simple...we had an appointment at 9.15 this morning at the Consulate in NYC. We got there, handed over the papers, chatted with the nice girl for about three minutes and she said "Come back at about eleven to pick up your passport." We had an hour and a half to kill, so we waited in the Starbucks across the street. All in all, a painless experience and I was stressing for nothing!
March 15th, we get to go home!
