and if I’d kept my original appointment, I’d’ve known by now if the evil evil cysts have left the building. Of course, if that were the case, I’d currently be blogging about how little I enjoy the company of Dr. Bigshot, with probably a bit of a whine about ‘why oh why didn’t I wait!’ if the news was not exactly as I hoped it would be.
Which is why I’m at my kitchen table, watching the boy cook cream of wheat (yum!), and not looking forward to going in to work at 1 – new crepe shop in the neighborhood, notwithstanding.
Had a lovely weekend – the third in a row that hasn’t been split. Meaning the third in a row that I haven’t had Sunday and then a random day off during the week. Which is how my library works. Which sucks if you’re old and decrepit like me and need more days off to feel like you’ve had any day off, because the first one is all used up with, well, sleeping. It’s been lovely. Makes me twice as sure that I need to find a new job – one with professional hours and – hey! – professional pay, too. My library system is at the bottom of the national rankings for pay, and at the top of the rankings for turnover. Yes, the two are somewhat related. And, as my co-workers and I are like to whine: “I did not get a masters degree to be treated like this!”
But, my health insurance is completely covered, and it covers IVF. Once this final try is over, though, just watch how fast I bolt away from this job! Of course, in this economy, any bolting I do will be in slow-motion while I search desperately for another job. Unless, of course, I somehow manage to catch pregnant. (oh how everyone laughed!) In which case, I get to stay at home with sprog and live a life of SAH luxury.
You know, laundering cloth diapers actually sort of sounds like fun today. Something is definitely wrong with me.
Have I mentioned how little I’m looking forward to going in to work today? Seriously, this was a nice weekend, and I don’t want it to end. Walked the dog (well, took the dog out on the ice for a drag/spin/utterly hilarious butt-on-sidewalk move.) Cooked a pot roast. And strawberry shortcake. Watched much Star Trek. Got some decent writing done. Moved all the blogs I read to an RSS feed reader (yay for efficiency!) Cleaned my desk. Patched the dog bed, (since the dog decided that it looked tasty enough to eat.) Scolded the dog. Hardly obsessed at all about infertility, lack of baby-in-life, etc. In other words, a nice weekend.
Hanging tough til Thursday, which will be the appointment of truth. Or at least the appointment of “guess you can start using patches today” or conversely, “looks like it’s going to be another month, at least.” Maybe I should install a ticker in here somewhere. Ticker til my next appointment.
Egads. Give me something to do that’s baby-related, before I lose what’s left of my estrogen-flooded mind!