Where I am: CD5
Medications: Clomid, Day 3 of 5
I am so glad it’s Thursday. This week is becoming too much! And pretty much none of it has to do with this TTC cycle, interestingly enough…
For those of you who follow my Twitter, you know I’ve been one hell of a bitchy whineface to be around lately. Taking into account my extreme lack of sleep Sunday night and how horrible I’ve been feeling healthwise, I was a mess on Tuesday. Then Tuesday night, I didn’t sleep. Hardly at all. I was up until at least 5:30, and then woke up every hour after that. Yesterday, I walked through the day like I was in some nightmare dream haze. Everyone at work kept telling me how horrible I looked (gee thanks). I left early, took a nap for an hour, spent the evening on the couch, and went to bed before 11:00PM. Thankfully, I slept pretty soundly through the night (waking only at 4:00AM to pee and wonder where the hell my husband was…he was just finishing up his shower and was coming to bed).
I woke up still feeling pretty craptastic this morning, but at least I felt more or less well-rested. As well-rested as one can be, of course, after two nights of insomnia in one week.
Today…I have an interview at work. (AHHHHHH.) The position I have right now is temporary (and isn’t even in the department I want to be in, which is Editorial/Production). The department I want to work in (that I worked for last summer as part of another contract position) had two openings recently, and I applied for one. There’s been a lot of bureaucratic nonsense going on about me wanting to work there and being able to work there (I have a family member who works there, but we would never interact with each other…it’s just stupid). But I guess they are starting to reconsider that policy because they emailed me yesterday and said I have an hour-long interview with many people in the department today.
Great! On not nearly enough sleep and with some allergy/cold-disease-like-thing. Awesome. I’m totally on my game. *le heavy sigh*
I swear, I’m not complaining about getting an interview. I’m not. I’m really excited. I’m just also really, really, really nervous because I want this job so bad. I know it’ll throw me for a loop, since it would start after this temporary job comes to a close at the end of summer, and then I’ll be working and schooling full-time and TTC…but I need to be able to move forward with my life in spite of RPL and IF. And that’s exactly what I’m doing. House, job, school.
In other news…I’m feeling good about this cycle. I’ve only got two doses of Clomid down, but I feel fine for now. Emotionally, it didn’t affect me much last time. Physically, it only affected me about 2-3 days after my last dose, when my ovaries felt like they were going to bust out of my abdomen. Ouch! So I expect the same this time around.
And…that’s what I’m up to. Sorry this is such a disjointed post. Not being able to medicate myself through these allergies/this cold is really messing with my brainpower, and I need it all for work and that interview. Which is in less than two hours. Holy crap.