So Not Zen #100,502

I'm exhausted. In this way I can't even begin to explain. It's like having a progesterone level of 100 and running a marathon at the same time. Or something. I think I slept nine hours last night, other than a brief waking at 5:30, which seems to be when the Ambien wears off, and it wasn't nearly enough.

My response to my own exhaustion is, typically, frantic hyperstimulation. I see it in LG, too, when she's trying desperately to keep herself awake. So now I'm jittery, OD'd on caffeine jittery.

I'm waiting for THE phone call. You know, the one where I'm told whether retrieval is happening on Sunday and I can finally stop taking lupron. And start taking all the other crap. And wringing my hands about embryos in a dish an hour and a half from here.

In the meantime, I've been scrambling to get the dregs of the work done so I can actually ignore things related to students over spring break (yeah, it won't actually happen, but a girl can dream).