I made the mistake of e-mailing Mr. Bunny (who is traveling) about how well I was doing getting back on Ohio time. Sure enough, I woke up (irreversibly) at 4:30 this morning. I know how important it is not to congratulate yourself on jetlag recovery, but I did it anyway. STUPID! Also, over the past year or so my stupid full bladder has started waking me up around 5 or 6. I hoped that maybe with the removal of my meatballs this would go away. Nope. Still waking up needing to pee. NOT A FAN! It would be fine if I were gestating a fetal human or some shit, but waking up just because I'm an old lady is laaaaaaame and depressing. I've tried not drinking anything after a certain time of night, but then I just get horribly thirsty and end up chugging water as though I've just crawled across a burning wasteland. And maybe if my life were filled with unicorns and rainbows I'd just go back to sleep, but as it is, the moment I become conscious, worries flood in with amazing velocity. OhmygodihavetoteachagainsoonandineedtofinishthatpaperSTATandi'llnevergetpregnantandi'maviodingmybestfriend'semailsbecauseihate thinkingaboutherstupidbabyandOWmybladderandwhydidisaythatthingtothatpersoanandihavesomuchironingtodoand, on this particular morning, please let cycle day one hold off until tomorrow, as that would make me pretty secure about actually having some sperm around on the day I'm likely to need it. Fucking timing. So sick of worrying about timing.
(Speaking of timing, yeah, my understanding is that I can't go straight to IVF because I need to heal a bit more before my ovaries get all inflated like balloons. I think my RE likes to do everything he can to protect his clinic's IVF success rates, and to the extent that this makes me more likely to be part of the lucky 50%, I'm on board. I think after this IUI I'll schedule a consult to get a timeline down.)