A date. For now.

We have tentatively been scheduled for a transfer date of September 18!

We would have to arrive in Tennessee on September 17th, and the transfer would likely be in the morning of the 18th. I believe we'd be cleared to fly home the late afternoon/evening of the 19th.

There is a HUGE asterisk on this date, in my book. And that totally depends on what my thyroid levels are in 6 weeks. I started taking the new dosage this morning. I even read the disclaimer language that comes with all mediciations (you know that big pamphlet that you just throw away). I think this may be the first time in over 15 years of being on thyroid replacement meds that I actually read this thing. I noticed something interesting. It said "do not take for treatment of infertility, unless infertility is linked with thyroid levels". Hmmm. Not really sure what to make of this.

In any case, it's nice to have a date. For now.

The embryologist said she would first thaw Ohio's embryos until she had 2-3 to transfer. If only one survived, she would start thawing Michigan's embryos until there is a total of 2-3 to transfer. I'm not even going to pretend to understand the logistics of the timing of it all. Outta my hands.

And speaking of that, I came across this great poem today on another's blog. Very fitting:


Waiting
"But those who wait on the Lord will find strength. They will fly high like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. The will walk and not faint." Isaiah 40:31

Desperately,
helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently,
lovingly, God replied.

I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate.....

and the Master so gently said,
Wait.

Wait? you say wait?
my indignant reply.
Lord, I need answers,
I need to know why!

Is your hand shortened?
Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.

My future and all to which I relate
hangs in the balance
and you tell me to Wait?

I'm needing a yes,
a go-ahead sign.
Or even a no,
to which I'll resign.

You promised, dear Lord,
that if we believe,
We need but to ask,
and we shall receive.

Lord, I've been asking,
and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking!
I need a reply.

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
as my Master replied again, Wait.
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
and grumbled to God,
So, I'm waiting
for what?????

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine....
and He tenderly said,
I could give you a sign.

I could shake the heavens and
darken the sun. I could raise the dead
and cause mountains to run.

I could give all you seek
and
pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want
but
you wouldn't know Me.

You'd not know
the depth of My love
for each saint.

You'd not know
the power that I give
to the faint.

You'd not learn to see
through clouds of despair;
you'd not learn to trust
just by knowing I'm there.

You'd not know the joy
of resting in Me
when darkness and silence
are all you can see.

You'd never experience
the fullness of love
when the peace of My spirit
descends like a dove.

You would know that I give,
and I save, for a start,
But, you'd not know the depth
of the beat of My heart.

The glow of My comfort
late into the night,
the faith that I give
when you walk without sight.

The depth that's beyond
getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who
makes what you have last.

You'd never know should
your pain quickly flee.
what it means that My grace
is sufficient for thee.

Yes, your dearest dreams
overnight would come true,
but, oh, the loss, if you missed
what I'm doing in you.

So, be silent, my child
and in time you will see
that the greatest of gifts
is to truly know me.

And though oft My answers
seem terribly late,
My most precious answer
of all is still........

Wait.