It's been a week.
Tuesday was day 1 of IVF cycle #2. We woke up at 4:30am to get to our clinic in Illinois before work.
I had a 6:30 appointment, and I ended up having to wait a whole hour before my appointment even started. That's never happened before, I usually never have to wait at all.
I was stressing out pretty hardcore because I told my work I would only be a few minutes late and get there by 8:10, and David had a 9am meeting he couldn't miss.
Thankfully David ended up being only few minutes late. But I didn't get to work until after 9:30 and it was chaos when I got there. I had to sub for another teacher (with no lesson plans) and I was exhausted by the end of the day.
After school I had multiple errands to run, including my second blood test of the day and stopping at the Falls rec. department in preparation for yet another job that was starting the next day.
I finally got home 12 hours after I left. I did my first shot that night.
Wednesday was a normal work day, which is to say tiring but decent. I came home to Buttercup, who we're babysitting while my parents are out of town. I had 30 minutes to get ready to leave for the first day of poms.
It went well but it's busier than last year because I'm in charge. It was another (more than) 12 hour day. At the end of the day I was feeling very tired and stressed (combination of IVF emotions, medications, and very long days at work).
After eating dinner and getting organized for the next day at it was 10pm and I had been going constantly since 5:30am. Right before falling asleep I got a text that the 4th grade morning teacher wouldn't be there again. She was the one I subbed for on Tuesday and it had been a nightmare. Disrespectful kids, lack of planning, me not feeling my best, and utter chaos.
She couldn't come to school because of Covid exposure- our principal had it already. The principal's granddaughter is in our class and multiple other people I would be around also could have caught it. I had a terrible night's sleep dreading both subbing and risking getting sick and having our IVF cycle interrupted.
It didn't help that at 4am Butters inexplicably PEED ON ME in bed and the subsequent cleaning operation took a fair amount of time.
I woke up feeling awful. Thankfully school was cancelled out of caution. I had an amazing, stress-free, restful day.
Dance classes started Thursday night. Friday morning (today) we woke up at 4:30am again to get to the clinic before David started work. It worked out a lot better than last time and we got home in plenty of time. I had another blessed day off of work.
I was gloriously lazy today, and I plan on continuing that for the rest of the weekend. School is back on Monday. I really don't know if I will be able to handle this upcoming week. I feel a lot of pressure to not miss work, but I have no idea if I can physically handle it.
This week's highlights:
-Feeling thankful that we can do another cycle. We desperately want at least 2 kids and it doesn't seem super likely with only 2 embryos.
-Making it through half of this IVF cycle.
-I'm good at my jobs. Dance and poms started out well. My schedule is way too overloaded but the kids are adorable and it's a fun creative outlet.
-My thyroid was tested and my levels were so good! Best it's ever been! I'm praying that it stays that way and we can do a transfer sooner rather than later.
-No school on Thursday and Friday.
-Puppy bonding time (minus the pee).
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