529,200 seconds since my IUI. Or 8 days and a few hours.
This week I’ve been tackling a work assignment that involves interviewing active pregnant women about their exercise fears after giving birth. In other words, How will I have time to squeeze in a workout? What should I do with my baby while he’s in the jogging stroller? Can I listen to an iPod while I’m running with a jogging stroller? Will I feel guilty leaving my baby with my husband while I go running? Will I have the energy/time to run after giving birth?
It is seriously a cruel, cruel project in the midst of TTC, especially the 2ww. I can’t get out of it. And I can’t do anything except be the gung-ho little worker bee I always am. Well, I can sob inside as I interview these women about their pregnancies and post-birth plans. And then I can complain to you guys about it. 🙂 Take that, horrible work assignment!
Anyway. I have nothing to report except that I’ve continued to feel 100% normal and I’m blase about this working. I will have moments of hope (hey, some women never feel anything! why NOT me? etc), but then I sort of effortlessly fade back into calculating when I’ll get my period once I stop the Crinone and whether I’ll have cysts and how even if I don’t I will probably have to take June off because we have another freaking out-of-town wedding the weekend of June 18 and then will I even get to cycle in July because we have ANOTHER wedding trip then. Um, yeah. You get the idea. Gah. Gah. Gah.
I wish someone could ship me away to an island where I wouldn’t have to see/hear/talk to people about anything baby-related….until I’m successfully knocked up. (Which I guess would require my RE, a nurse, hubs and a ton of Gonal-F to come with me….that’s okay, they’re allowed.)
One of those days my friends, one of those days.
Thank goodness I am leaving town tomorrow. I’ll be seeing old friends and I’ll HAVE to put on my happy face.