tomorrow should be the transfer day.
again, waiting for a phone call to tell me exactly when to come in, what to expect.
thankful to god that on day 3 update, all 7 embryos were doing well.
miraculous little ones.
i dread returning to work. these last few weeks have been dreamy.
i never got bored. in the mornings, i would inject (it's so good to no longer have to do that now though), i would take walks, sometimes more than once a day, i would have a drink - a matcha or hot chocolate, on advice that caffeine is to be minimised, i read my anne tyler, i read the bible (doing daily reads with him), i watch tv (minx, loot, ted lasso - given up after S1 and a bit, bad sisters - just started, looks ok), i do house chores, washing dishes, laundry, cleaning random areas long neglected, cooking when i can be bothered, i eat (too much), i write (more than i've done in so long), i listen to podcasts (no music last 2.5weeks at all, until just now), i nap, i can just be.
i'll miss these times.
it has me seriously wondering, do i want to go back to my normal work life?
the stresses, the slog?
it's been absolutely heavenly, to be blank, devoid of stress, the tranquility, no one bugging me, on my case, the daily struggle of brain power required and the dilemmas and uncertainties the responsibility and constantly being put on show a terrible show to be scrutinised.
but can i live with myself with all that comes with quitting work?
