Seven Weeks and Exhausted

I am working too much. I'm exhausted. It feels like a carnival ride that I can't off of. Everywhere I turn there are more kids, more teens, that are distressed and need help. Kids that aren't attending school because of their debilitating condition or are actively losing weight because they're not eating. It's hard to say no and to cut back, but I'm hemorrhaging. As in 50 hours per week, over 85%ile of national productivity hemorrhaging. I keep thinking about what my action plan will be to wean out of practice and ultimately take 2-3 months off. It's anxiety provoking and I don't have an answer.

This is a good problem to have. I am officially entering pregnancy week seven. This estimation is a little to silly to me, because they start counting two weeks before your retrieval day, but that's the way it works.

One vs Two, Revisited

Tomorrow I have my first ultrasound. We will find out if there is one sack or two. One heartbeat or two heartbeats or no heartbeats. One sack and one heartbeat, two sacks and two heartbeats, or two sacks and one heartbeat. Or one or two sacs with one strong heartbeat and one weak heartbeat. Or just one weak heartbeat. Oh, the combinations. This sounds like a math problem. Or a Dr. Seuss book if I could make it rhyme.

In This Together... Not So Much

I confided in our fertility issues with a co-worker back in the fall. She was supportive and about a month later revealed that she was having a "difficult time" trying for her second child. While we're not typically very open with one another, it seemed that there was this moment of mutual understanding and oneness. As if we were now brothers in arms.

She knew when I had my IVF procedure because it interfered with some work stuff that we were working on together. A week later she asked how we were doing and I told her, that we were waiting to see at that point. I asked how she was doing and she said that she was also waiting to see, being relatively vague.