I’m trying not to worry about next week.
See, I’ll be taking the Clomid challenge. (Do you get an image of me in a jumpsuit at a starting gate with a bottle of water and some pills?) I don’t know if it is in anyone’s best interest for me to have any more hormones in my body than usual. I guess that’s what will happen when I get pregnant. But I worry for my students. Do you remember when you were little and your perfectly nice teacher would just be mean one day? For no apparent reason? That was hormones, folks. I’m hoping these particular hormones do nothing more than make all my excess body hair fall out or make me weepy. Yeah, weepy would be ok. More weepy than usual. I could live with that.
I’m also a little nervous about all the tests I need to take. Not about the actual tests. I have no needle fear. I just have to take them on very specific days and whatnot. I’m not always good about doing things on time.
BTW, some lovely young whippersnapper has been tagging “TTC” in my neighborhood. What gives?