This IVF cycle has been very interesting. I intentionally booked myself off of substitute teaching this month so that I was available whenever the clinic needed me, but I also thought it would give me time to focus on some of the cool things that are on my plate. Such as:
New business ventures— Two separate ventures I’m embarking on with two amazing ladies. SO excited, and will be very busy. But since they aren’t far past the planning stage I can’t speak too much about all that. But suffice it to say there is much to be thought out and decided and put in motion. Lots to do.
Blog—Obviously, there is work I need to keep doing as a blogger, aside from writing posts, I’m also trying to drum up more guest posts and speaking gigs, etcetera, etcetera.
Novel—I am on chapter four of my historical fiction project. If you’ve been following my progress you’ll note I’ve been there in chapter four a good while. I’m gonna get to chapter five, eventually, I promise! There has been much reworking going on.
All of these things were on my mind as I started this cycle. Perfect! I’ll have time to devote to them more head on… Aaaaand then NOTHING got done. I’m at the end of my first week of stimulation and I cannot focus on anything else! I sit around thinking about what might be happening in my body, how all those gorgeous follies might be doing, how much longer will I do the shots, how many eggs will mature… I could go on forever. I’m also really wiped out. Physically as well as emotionally. It’s a side effect of the meds because my body’s working extra hard to grow the amount of eggs that it normally would in a year– ALL AT ONCE. No wonder I’m pooped. I’m pooped just TALKING about how pooped I am!
I figure this is a finite time in my life and I should be focused on the process. I need to be ok with feeling lazy when all of the above does not get done. This can be hard for me. I’m a go-getter, all steam, flash and pizazz; but it’s important that I give this IVF cycle my full attention. And if other things cease to mean shit for a while, well that’s how it goes.