so i think i'm getting royally screwed over in a situation at work. but whatever. i'm trying to stop caring and just be happy i have a paycheck.

it's weird how working in a different department of this same company was such an incredilby awesome gig, but the department i'm currently in is so hellish.

if only my stock options weren't going to be worth so much when they vested. boo.

oh well. it's still a good company and i might even get an office in the next month or so. i just gotta learn to be happy with the good stuff and screw the rest.

in other news, we had a follow up appt with my doctor today. talked about next steps, which are basically 1) i go back on metformin and see if it still gives me headaches and 2) i go back to the daily injections and IUIs.

she said she thinks i'm like 6 months away from having to consider IVF, and in her words "you'll be pregnant by then!".

so. fingers crossed, i guess. it will feel good to be trying again instead of standing still. i'm not getting any younger, blah blah.

speaking of baby stuff, i try so hard to not be bitter and whatever, but i swear to god if my sister in law sends me one more picture of my year old nephew, or tells me one more story about how adorable he is and all of his little mannerisms, etc....i am seriously going to just *asplode* all over my keyboard.

no, she doesn't know we're having trouble, and i don't want to tell her because it will rapidly make it back to my mother in law and then we would be getting calls about how it's the end of the world and how horribly sad she is and...lord. i have enough pressure. so anyway, no. she doesn't know we're having trouble. and so i can't be too mad at her for all the baby talk. but honestly, it's getting a little out of hand. she's barely uttered two sentences to me that are about ANYTHING else for like 2 years.

oh! and that reminds me! last weekend at the infertility clinic? FOUR GODDAMNED BABIES in the waiting room. what the hell is wrong with people? it's the weekend! make your husband/wife/best friend stay with the baby! hire a babysitter! do not make a room full of peopel (who are all acutely and panfully aware of their inability to have a baby) stare at your infant while getting ready to go in and deal with tests and procedures and possible affirmations of miscarriages. what the eff, people. gah.

we seriously discussed leaving the entire practice and finding one that asks people to leave their kids at home (and from what i gather talking to other folks across the country, that's how most infertility clinics are. not sure why mine is so lame.)

aaaaaanyway.

my husband is watching angel and i am a little bit bored. just a lilbit.

it's really payback for the fact that i'm going to force him to watch american idol in a few minutes. i'm aware.

oh, totally unrelated, but....do any of you like the board game Risk? drop me a note or a line if you're a fan.

that is all, peeps.