Tuesday, June 20, 2006


Coming up for air is a good idea, on occasion.

Work has given me the weirdest schedule during this deployment so far: four days of 11p-7a, two days off; four days of 7a-3p, two days off; two days of 11p-7a, one day off. Today I start working the 3-11p shift, but only do so for three days, followed by one day of 11p-7a, then one day off, then a day of 3-11p. I'm so confused I'm not sure what day it is most of the time.

But I do know that I'm in the midst of a possible two-week wait.

Possible may seem an odd word to use in this instance, but it's really all that fits. No clue when or if I ovulated? Check. Only one attempt during the theoretical "fertile time"? Check. Symptoms that could just as easily be attributed to high levels of stress from my crap-for-crap job? Check, check and check. The fact that I desperately want to be pregnant so that I can have an excuse to quit doesn't factor in at all. (Riiight.)

So, I guess this means I'll float here near the surface for a while, keeping my head above water while waiting for rescue. Hopefully on a seaworthy ship.


Blogger lauralu said...

it's good to hear from you.

justin works that way and i don't know how he can tell day from night any more, but somehow he does.

here's hoping for the last 2ww - all the stars don't have to be aligned for it to happen.

6/20/2006 10:20 PM  
Blogger Julie said...

Your work schedule sounds like mine. bleh. Good luck with the 2ww, doublebleh.

6/22/2006 3:36 AM  

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