I realize this will sound crazy. I'm sure I'm losing my mind. But I'm actually kind of jealous of friends that are moving forward with their IVF. I'm jealous that they are now in their shot part of the cycle. If things were on schedule, we would have been there so soon. But, instead, we wait. It feels like it's just been too long now since we've had a chance to get pregnant. Since November. Now the soonest would be June/July. Next Thursday is the pre-op and then 2 weeks from tomorrow is the surgery. I'm just so ready for it to be done and to move on with things. I want to know how things will turn out.
This waiting reminds reminds me of one of my most favorite children's books, "Oh! The Places You'll Go." The story is about working for your dreams but sometimes you have set backs that get you to the waiting place. That is where we are- the waiting place.
...I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they’re darked. A place you could sprain both your elbow and chin! Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win?
And if you go in, should you turn left or right…or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around back and sneak in from behind? Simple it’s not, I’m afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.
You can get so confused that you’ll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.
No! That’s not for you!
Somehow you’ll escape all that waiting and staying. You’ll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you’ll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you’re that kind of a guy!
I'm ready to make my escape from the Waiting Place.