Knowing when to say “when” is not my strong suit. Ask my husband.
I am the queen of bad timing and timing misjudgments.
My timing issues tend to center around my inability to leave the office, but have also seeped into other areas, including when to leave a party, when to leave church, when to leave dinner, when to go to bed… etc, etc.
And when to let go in an argument.
I have to say I’m getting better at the last one.
Ask my younger sister Cait, she’ll tell you that I used to always try to get the last word in ALWAYS. I’ve been like that since she’s known me. Her first day home from the hospital as an infant and she was like, “darn, girlfriend, have a bottle and CHILL!”
When should I let go of the fertility biz? When is enough truly enough? How many shots, scans, opinions, tests and screenings can I handle?
This isn’t to say that I think we are at the end of our time in fertility treatment world. I’m not ready to give up yet. I know Frank isn’t ready to give up either.
But I know there is a chance that a time might come where I might have to recognize that we fought the good fight and there is no more we can do or pray for, at least regarding having a biological child.
At the end of the day when I am beyond tired, that is usually when I decide to bake cookies, wrap Christmas gifts and wash the floor. When I should rest, I find that I am too tired to sit still.
That is why I worry that God will give me all the cues that we cannot go any farther, and I will miss the cues because I am too tired to see them – too focused on searching for the solution, the next option and the next treatment to realize that the game is over and the crowd went home.
After reading a few blogs about women at varying stages of this process, with several of them undergoing treatment for three to five years, I just can’t even fathom what that is like to go through that emotional and physical marathon.
I am amazed by God’s tremendous grace and blessing. God gave me a husband who is an expert at knowing when to say “when.” Frank puts 100% into everything he does, but he knows when a situation is done. He knows when the party is winding down, when the game is over and when it’s time to turn the lights out and go to bed.
So we’ll keep chugging along and I’m hopeful that if I miss God’s cues, Frank will see them.