June 23rd, 2011. CD22, 9DPO.
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So, this week has been an interesting one. Not really much new to report on the cycle front, but work has definitely been keeping me busy. It’s stressful to be busy and short-staffed, but it’s even more of a burden to be responsible for training a new bridal consultant in the midst of the chaos. Not that said new consultant is slow on the uptake or anything, but you get so used to doing your job without thinking that when you do have to provide a detailed play-by-play of your every action, including why you’re doing what you’re doing, it can get tiresome.
I’m pretty much exhausted and worthless every evening when I get home, and I’m back to working full-time (and then some) now that I’m the senior staff member in the house. I just keep telling myself, “Six more weeks, Tracy. You can do this.”
I sure hope I’m right.
As for the whole TTC thing, I’m really not sure how that’s going.
My beloved FertilityFriend is telling me that if Dr. Fran and the ultrasound tech (Hmm… new band name?) were right, then I’m currently 9DPO. If for some reason they were wrong, and my previous cycles are any indication, then I could really be ovulating as I type. It’s a cruel limbo in which to exist.
I guess I’ll just have to wait to see if Aunt Flo shows her ugly face any time soon. I’ve decided that if she doesn’t show by Sunday morning, however, I’m going to pee on a stick and see what I get.
Because, you know, nothing brings on the bleeding and cramps like taking a pregnancy test.
In other news, the husband and I spent last weekend at his parents’ cottage on the lake celebrating Father’s Day and family birthdays. My father-in-law and I both have December birthdays, but because of Christmas, anniversaries, and a few other small children’s December birthdays, we celebrate ours in June.
It’s kind of fun to have a birthday and a half-birthday, and this year was no exception. We spent time relaxing on the boat, playing with our niece and nephews, chasing our dog all over the neighborhood, and visiting with family and friends in the sunshine. The husband’s grandmother gave me a nice gift card to use at my favorite clothing chain, and I think that maybe a little retail therapy will help take my mind off what may or may not be growing inside of me at this very moment.
It’s draining to have to constantly push away hopeful thoughts; dwelling on the possibility that this cycle could have miraculously worked doesn’t do me any good, but neither does being negative about it. I just have to trudge onward, and make it through the next few days. Answers await, if I can just be patient.
Also, lounge wear sales await, if I can just get my narrow behind off the couch.