J came over to me today as I was sitting in my chair, sat on the ottoman in front of me, made me put down the computer, and then she looked into my eyes. “It’s time,” she said earnestly.
“Time for what?” I asked. I had no idea what she was talking about. I had been in another world–a world of student emails and political blogs and ugly headlines.
“Time to start planning for our baby again. I want you to start temping. We need to get our paperwork settled with the sperm bank. We need to pick out a donor.”
My eyes welled up with tears as she continued to look intently at me, and she said, “Only one more wasted egg, baby. Just a little bit longer, and we can make our family.”
I took a deep breath and inhaled hope, possibility, and relief.
Yes, it’s time.