"Come a little bit closer, you're my kind of man..."

I have a million follicles.

100mg of clomid for 5 days and I have a million follicles.  And by a million, I mean 12-14.  So, yay, I guess.

Monitoring this morning.  As always, everything looks perfect.  I feel like the day the doctor says, "oh god, this cycle is a hot mess!" will be the day I get pregnant.  The word "perfect" scares me.

Also, the idea of my 5'-2" 98 pound russian doctor calling anything a "hot mess," cracks me up.

I wonder if anyone else has seen the commercial for wheat thins where a woman is surrounded by an  ominous swirling cloud of crackers?  She has to break though by lunging at the crackers and snapping at them with her teeth.  I dunno.  Seems a bit to visceral for a product that tastes like compressed pencil shavings.

I never want to be chased by crackers.


Conversation between SC (student) and my 19 year old summer undergrad volunteer...
SC: I want to be a priest.
Volunteer: Oh, are you religious?
SC: Yeah...
Volunteer: How so?
SC: You know...I'm jealous and stuff... of other men...
Volunteer: Oh (looks bewildered).... yeah...I can see how that's religious....



I want babies.  Now.

"I'm sensitive and I'd like to stay that way."

Today I had one of those moments that really made me love my job.  I had called the mother of one of my students to see if we could take a team approach to convincing him to use Access-A-Ride instead of riding the yellow school bus to program.  This individual is extremely high functioning and has total capacity for independent travel.

The moment I said this to his mother, the woman absolutely unloaded on me.  She spilled her guts about how she's getting older and wants to retire but, she gets no support from her family when she tries to push her son to be as independent as possible.  She would love to see him holding down a part-time job and living in an assisted living apartment but, he family acts like she's abandoning he child.  

She thanked me for agreeing with her and totally she is completely on-board.  I told her that lots of parents tend to face these issues and that's why I like to make sure the parents of my students who live at home know that they are part of team whose goal is to have the student be as independent as they can be.  

It was awesome.  Very few of my students live in agency residences so, I get to know their families really well.  I love when the families get really involved and want to be a part of the team.

Anyway, that was the good part.

The bad part was we finally got a raise for the first time in 3 years.  It was a paltry $20 more per 70 hour pay period.  That's $10 per week.  Wheeeeeeee.  Honestly, its so insulting, I'd almost rather they didn't bother.

"We got another dead cow, an apocalypse draws nigh..."

Another day, another pillowful of my hair in the morning.  Seriously, it looks like Chewbacca slept on it.

I still hate the MTA and I think Bloomberg is a huge asshole, complete with fissures.

My Wife continues to reassure me that we will definitely have enough money for me to stop working if we ever have a baby.  Provided, of course, that we find a cheaper apartment.... not in Jersey City.

I feel like I have turned a corner in terms of my growth as a supervisor.  I no longer feel like I have to cater to my staff and keep them happy.  That was a problem for me during my first year at the agency.  I have reached the point where, now, instead of needing to defend my management style (and this happens pretty rarely, to be honest...) I have no problem with telling people that they are free to find a new job if they don't want to do what needs to be done.  Just as a note, I generally am very happy and pleased with my staff.  But there's one in every group....

Clearly, an interesting day at work.

This has nothing to do with fertility or the upcoming cycle.  Good.