Out of Control

This is just a quick note to say that we're stalled. We've been waiting for over two months for our last piece of paperwork to be filled out. Apparently, the person to whom we sent it didn't receive it, and Bethany had to send another. I think the theme of this whole experience has been CONTROL. Essentially, I don't have any. Neither does Stan. We've done our last heart-wrenching, hormone-ravaging round of fertility treatments, and we're done. Our hearts, wallets, and bodies are just finished. I think we have grieved this "ending" as much as we grieved our miscarriage. Thankfully, thankfully, thankfully, we know a God who has the big picture.