Impatient.

It's only been four days? Are you serious?

This is going to be a very, very long two weeks ten days.

I'm trying to decide if I should test my trigger, to see when the hcg from the Ovidrel is out of my system. Right now I'm thinking it's a bad idea, but I waver on that. I mean, it would be super awesome if the tests just never went back to negative, but I also might not believe them.

I'll probably just wait it out. I would like the magic ute goggles, honestly, but I know that's not exactly realistic.

Also, I really want booze, but am terrified that if this doesn't go well (which is what I'm mentally preparing myself for, balanced with an almost unhealthy optimism), I will blame myself for drinking.

Instead, I've been reading. Devouring books like nobody's business. And I've been back to doing daily tarot card readings. No, I don't believe they tell the future, but they help me with perspective sometimes, and they're comforting to me.

Also, the cards are hinting that I'm totally pregnant. Truth? If they were depressing cards I wouldn't have kept reading them.

So... Hopefully the next week or so flies by. Work is really insane (and OMGsofakinghot), so that helps. And then I've got all kinds of family in town this week, which means lots of time with grandparents and parents and adorable, squishy nephews. Time will fly.