This: Pre-pregnancy pants!
*That: Oh, THAT! I had an interview today for a freelance writing job working with a university hospital department that needs a little help getting clinical papers finished (or in some cases, started) and submitted for publication. It would be a part-time contracting, sort-of-consulting, gig with occasional commutes into Ann Arbor. And I had a phone interview last week for a freelancing job at a pharmaceutical company near DC. That one, I got hired over the phone and have already started the paperwork. I'm excited to bring sexy back (okay, a second income, at any rate) since it will get us out of this house and into a new one sooner (we figure in just under 2 years is doable) but I'm also nervous about The Return of The Anxiety. That, we do not need. So I'm taking it one step at a time. My goal is to take on enough projects to work about 20 hours per week. I'm incredibly fortunate to have solid contacts in my field and for these opportunities to have fallen from the sky when they did, and I hope I can avoid being my own worst enemy and finding a way to fuck it up. It's a talent, y'all. Freelance writing can be quite lucrative if you keep at it, but I am most interested in the fact that I can earn that helpful second income, do something (working, being a scientist, writing) that defines part of who I am in a big way, and still preserve a big chunk of my week to devote to my family. And I can give myself a vacation (even if unpaid) whenever I want. Holla.
**The Other Thing: Or I can take time off to go back to my RE and try to get impregnated a second time. Yeah, so. That. KB and I have talked about this in general terms, most generally agreeing to revisit it after Jackson's 1st birthday. And that's a few months away now. *gulp* The plan in my head (where all good plans live) is to keep working out and eating rabbit food until I am back to my pre-infertility self (physically, at least, because emotionally and psychologically -- well, that's impossible) and establish my little freelancing thingy and then have a sit-down with our RE to discuss plans to start back at square one. See, remember, we of the poor-quality-embryo-making-guild have nothing on ice to transfer, so we have to start fresh. And that never went very well, either, oh we of the shitty-sperm-and-ovary-club. But we did hit one out of the park on cycle 3, aka Jackson, for which we added megadose vitamin C for him and her and Clomid plus Proxeed for him. We saw teensy weensy improvements in sperm and eggs, so perhaps we could do it again. Maybe it's possible to get pregnant in less than 3 cycles. Or maybe not. There's really only one way to find out. So, in my head there will be a consultation appointment in the late fall or early winter to arrange for new blood tests (yay!), another HSG (kickass!), and another semen analysis (woot!). And then we'll see what happens from there. Because who wouldn't want a little helper monkey to hang with this guy?