Sitting tight-

I go back in this morning for a repeat follicle check... not holding much hope at this point. I actually started expecting good news (I know, what was I thinking?) but we went right back to where we were before. It was hard. I spent a few months responding like a "normal" fertility patient might. I was actually making eggs. It was amazing. But then, it's like my body remembered who we were dealing with and it thought it'd put me in it's place.

And that's why I try not to get my hopes up. Ever. I totally set myself up for that one.

It really was hard, responding so well and then... not. My body is an evil bitch sometimes. It really is. I think what's worse, is that I was actually treating it right this month. I cut down the caffeine and soda, watched my caloric intake... I think I even lost 5 pounds (if my scale is to be trusted).

Speaking of my body- I have proof that I'm allergic to cleaning. Every time I do heavy cleaning, I break out with a mad rash all over my hands. I've switched cleaning supplies a lot, so it's nothing I'm currently using... I think I'm just allergic to cleaning. For serious.

The week went rather slowly, and I am super anxious for the morning. Too bad it's like eight hours until my appointment, and I'm stuck at work until then. Hopefully time will pass quickly... but not because of drama or anything like that. Oh sweet word, please save me from the drama!

I'll probably update later today, or tomorrow... when I get a chance. I'm not going to get home until around noon, and I'll probably be loopy as hell by then... and pass out as soon as I find my bed... if I can make it up the stairs. Oh the joys of the graveyard shift and infertility.