The Day After

Thanks to an hcg-induced bout of insomnia, combined with the hcg-induced bout of sleepiness, means today is going to be a bust, which is unfortunate as I have a self-imposed deadline of Nov 1 to have a book chapter finished, and that is looming on the horizon. On the agenda:

• somehow producing new words for the chapter (I will be pleased if I hit my minimum daily requirement of 500 words)
• calling various pharmacies to find the new drug the RE put me on (which will no doubt also involve calling my insurance company and the nurse)
• commenting on papers and poems (thankfully, for my seminar class)
• baking something as a thank you to the nurses who have really gone to bat for me this cycle, because it's a known fact that giving nurses gifts results in improved pregnancy rate
• NOT looking up research on the use of baby aspirin in women doing fertility treatment, because all the studies cancel each other out, as does my own personal experience
• catching up on a backlog of professional email
• attending a poetry reading, out of sheer professional courtesy

Can't I just go back to bed?