We’re going to try the clomid.
But you knew this already.
I nevertheless insist on my prerogative not to like it.
Meanwhile, day seven of the not-quite-two-week-wait. Waiting waiting waiting bored bored bored – well, the bizarre part being I have nothing to be bored about. I have far too much course-work and paid work to do to flollop about being bored. Also, remember the possible Job of Dreams opportunity? The person who would be my boss if I did get it has firmly encouraged me to apply and also firmly believes ‘something’ can be worked out around study etc. So much firmness is quite promising. Also, ARGH job applications ARGH ARGH.
Narrative imperative dictates that this would be the most bloody perfect moment to get pregnant and screw my promotion up. Therefore naturally I shan’t, as the Fates are too clever to fall for that.