The list of who all have to hit a moving target is pretty short. I refuse to Google such things, so here’s all I can think of:
Bird hunters
Rabbit hunters
Quarterbacks
There you go. The clock is chiming 11 o’clock next to me, so I’m not taking the time to dig any deeper – we’re going with it. I guess a shortstop throwing on the run would kind of count, since it does take an understanding of that skill and practice, practice, practice. It’s the only one of the three I have a lot of experience with. I know that you actually aim to the left of the first baseman, so that the ball will bend back towards him, because. . . . . never mind. . . we need to move on.
When we matched with Jennifer back in June, the due date was September 25. A few weeks later, after the first doctor’s visit, that changed to October 11. Ok, fine. Two weeks ago, after an ultrasound, that moved to October 16. Sounds great.
We knew she was going back to the doctor with her case worker this past Wednesday and really hoped (thanks to the glimmer of hope our case worker gave us) that she would set a final c-section date. We got word on Thursday that they had seen a doctor, but that the due date was now “a few weeks off.” Our case worker, Myriah, didn’t say how far “a few” was, nor in which direction.
Saturday, we finally heard from Myriah again. She said that they were trying to get in touch with the doctor’s office for more clarification, since her case worker had actually sent an aide to the doctor with her (thanks for the diligence). They wanted clarification, because somehow the c-section date had been set for Nov. 5th. Wait – say what?
Their ultrasound two weeks ago came back that the baby was already measuring 4 lbs. I am not anything close to a medical professional, especially in the field of women’s reproductive health, but it seems more likely that the due date should be in October somewhere, right? Right?
Anyway, thus is the reason for today’s title and theme. I can make that throw on the run as a shortstop, but hitting this moving target is getting frustrating, to say the least. As I told a good friend today, I’m not a pessimist or an optimist. My glass isn’t half full or half empty – it simply has water in it. I don’t want to wallow in what’s not there, nor celebrate what is. Just want a view of reality. It would really, really help to be able to satisfy some of my type A hunger pains by allowing me to book a flight, make plans at work, and just mentally prepare for everything we need to do. Funny, God. . . . really, really funny.
Other things are working themselves out – such as it looks like we do have housing for the time that we are going to be there, which is one box checked off the list. So prayers of thanks there.
Overall, prayers continue just for the health of both Jennifer and the baby, for more boxes to get check marks in them, and for actual due dates to be definitely, accurately set. But, with or without the due date, she can’t keep the bun in the oven
forever, and if this is the child intended for us, God will plow the path for us.
Now if any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives to all generously and without criticizing, and it will be given to him. – James 1:5
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