QLAB
- I almost got in a wreck today. I was driving through an intersection and someone on the other street was going to blow through the red light. Lots of screeching brakes (on his part), lots of horn blaring (on my part). They say accidents happen close to home, and this was certainly no exception - right on the corner of the two main streets near my place.
- I don't even care who gets voted off American Idol anymore. I don't really like any of the contestants anymore. In some weird twist of fate, my favorite is now Taylor. Mostly because none of the other people do it for me. Chris, you annoy me. Paris, it's time to go. Elliott, you're just not pop star material. And I've never had the McPheever.
- I attempted six home visits today. Even /without/ 1.25 hours of staff meeting, that's a long day. Oof.
- Noodle casserole was just as good the second day. Yum.
- This weather has GOT to stop. It is so cold and so damp and so disgusting. All I want to do is sleep and sleep. Please bring back the sun.
- I want to know what our inspermination plan is so I know how it affects our weekend, if at all. It's hard to be unable to plan anything, especially with Northampton Pride and Game Night and trying to visit my grandparents.
- Next weekend is our first legal wedding anniversary. So awesome. My wife rocks.
So I have another ultrasound and more bloodwork tomorrow. I'm nervous that nothing will have changed, that I won't have any promising follicles, that my estradiol is still low. For a little bit this morning I felt kind of lubed up, so I'm hoping that means my E2 is bumping up and my cervical fluid is becoming more fertile. I haven't had the sort of O-pains that I had last month but I'm still hopeful that something is growing in there! I just keep telling myself that last month I didn't even go in until CD14 and only had a 19mm follicle. Although that leads me to believe that I don't respond as well to Clomid as I would like to.
I hate that so much hope and so much emotion is tied into just a few moments per day, a few days into every cycle. It's just... too much for one little chunk of time. It's all wait-wait-wait-wait-MOMENT-wait-wait-wait-MOMENT-wait-wait-wait-wait-TEST.
Fru. Stra. Tion.