Is it Tuesday already?

OK, so first of all, I have to admit to complete and utter ICLW failure.  I'm not even sure what happened.  I kept sitting down to look at blogs and comment and then...nothing.  I couldn't say anything and I just had to close them.  I'm going to attempt to catch back up with it slightly this week, but it's the last week of classes so that seems somewhat unrealistic.

I even failed to manage to really comment on friends' blogs this weekend.  Again, I just couldn't come up with anything to say.  I'm in a mental place right now where I just don't want to interact much.  There's some work stuff going on that involves someone who just really gets under my skin.  Add that to the hormonal place I am right now and I'm having a really hard time being zen about it.

And, thanks to those who have given me awards recently -- I'll get to them soon, I promise!

Anyway, so, yeah, it's Tuesday.  We had school off yesterday (we always get the Monday after Easter off so students can come back to school, it's very nice).  And, despite my best intentions, I got very little accomplished.  I just can't seem to get motivated.  Blech.

Yesterday ended with a bang -- I had, for the first time in a while, done some squats a few days ago and my thighs were aching.  So, of course, stairs were painful to walk down.  In my attempt to gingerly step down the two stairs to our den, I managed to slip and land with all of my weight on my bent over pinky toe.  I heard a "pop" and then my foot went completely numb.  I watched as my toe turned bright white and then red and, now, it's bruised all over and incredibly tender.  I assume I either broke the toe or dislocated it or something.  Of course, there's not much that can be done for it (I've done this before), so I've just taken some tylenol, taped it to the toes next to it and am hobbling around like an idiot wishing my shoes wouldn't touch the side of my foot.  My DH keeps laughing at me.  Not funny!  Sure, it might be just a little toe, but that doesn't make it any less painful to walk on.  Hopefully the withering look I gave him when he laughed will help him realize that soon.  (Or I may have to break his toe...)

I've been holding out hope that this "down" cycle would be a repeat of last April -- my temperatures have been tracking right along with that cycle and looking different from my other cycles.  Not much else positive to speak of, my breasts only just started to get tender, but that temp profile was just too pretty.  This morning (12DPO)  my temp spiked up really high and I lay in bed for a while imagining what it could mean.  I was even planning out my trips down to the RE's office to get betas.  I thought -- well, I can't really go today and tomorrow might be tough.  So, maybe I'll wait until Thursday.  Then I can go Thursday and Saturday and it will be just like this time last year!

So, I finally got out of bed and POAS -- and it was a white as white can be.  Not even a hint of a line.  I don't know that I really believed it would be positive, but I was more hopeful than I've been in a long, long time.  (I had to have been to POAS.  I could count the number of times I've spontaneously POAS in the last 2 1/2 years on one hand.  I'm a "wait for AF" girl, not a tester.)

Anyway, so, that's that.  AF is likely due on Thursday although I'm not entirely sure.  Just waiting it out, now.  

On the plus side -- it is the last week of classes.  Next week is finals.  I have SO much work to do, but, at some point, it will be "done."  I have a busy summer planned at work but I'm not teaching this summer (YAY!) which means my schedule will (mostly) be my own.  I'm truly looking forward to it. 

And, the timing will be good for treatment.  The treatment(s) that will work!!!