I am having a hard time contemplating that the end of summer is just around the corner. There is so much I wanted to do, and regretfully, the list has grown longer not shorter.

If you remember awhile back I talked about being approved to take a four-week company sabbatical. And amazingly enough, it’s almost here. Four weeks to play “stay-at-home” mom, and put a dent into that never ending list that has collected dust over the last year or two.

My sabbatical begins on August 15th. Which, coincidentally, is the day after my estimated embryo transfer, so conceivably (har har, a little play on words there) I could be spending my first/second day on bed rest in the 2WW, assuming all goes well with this IVF cycle.

My Mom has already been applying the pressure (in the form of gentle reminders) that I should put my list away and focus on my major project. She is right.

I didn’t intend this time-off to be so…. restful. But in a way I am due for some rest. Three years of infertility, countless failed pregnancies, working 50-60 hours/week, trying to do it all, be it all…. well, it takes a toll on anyone.

I wonder if my life has been so overloaded that my body has been revolting against me.

Perhaps the timing of this long-term vacation is very much well-timed after all.

This morning, I found my list, scratched out #1 (which happens to be clean out my closet) and wrote…

1. Rest up and prepare for whatever life brings.

Painting the bedroom and two bathrooms, cleaning out the basement, linen closet, and office files, pulling up my overpopulated bulbs in my day-lily planting bed outside… well…

These things will have to wait, or be delegated.

For at least the first two weeks anyway.