Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens. But I’m fine in this melancholy room. We can make it home with one headlight.
(Mad props if you can identify all three sources of song lyrics quoted above) 🙂 I just looked up out the window and it’s really snowing. The low gray clouds do match my mood.
I think I just don’t work hard enough. In general. But also with procreation. I haven’t been monitoring basal temperature or peeing on OPK sticks this fall, but I still suspect that I’m probably ovulating within the next couple days (assuming I ovulate, that is). Nevertheless, I’m passing up a ride to DC on Saturday in favor of leaving Monday instead. Unless Terry decides at the last minute to drive up Friday night, that pretty much puts us past the window of opportunity. Am I prioritizing poorly? Do my decisions reveal what’s really most important to me – that is, me? Is this the fundamentally ontological reason I haven’t been able to conceive – that I’m just basically too self-centered (and lazy)?
Or do I just think too much?
Thing is, now that I’ve made inquiries into the medical world here, there’s nothing to do until January but take good care of my body, and wait.
So much waiting involved.
So is blogging about my infertility instead of working on my term papers further evidence of my self-centered laziness?
I’m fine, in this melancholy room.