In my defense!

I was a very very good girl and only moved from the couch over the past 2 days when (a) I had to pee or (b) Clint said so. For those of you who know me, you know how hard this has been for me. Sitting still for days on end is generally not my forte. Yesterday I didn't do much other than eat, sleep and watch TV. Today, I did a bit of work but then Clint yelled at me for stressing out and we got that relatively sad bit of news from the doctor, so I put the rest of my work aside. I spent the remainder of my day reading (and finished!) my new book club book which I simply devoured. Speaking of devouring, I've been constantly growly hungry today. Not ravenously hungry, just this odd persistent gnawing at my insides. I hope its a good sign but not trying to read too much into it, or create psychosomatic symptoms.

I also have done a lot of praying and talking to my embryos, convincing them they are in a good place and they should stay and grow. That probably sounds a little crazy but every little bit helps. My family is concerned about me going back to work tomorrow. They think I will push myself too hard, but can't sit on a couch for another week waiting to take a pregnancy test. I would go crazy if I had to do that. I promise promise promise to take breaks, slow down, come home at a reasonable time and then do NOTHING.

My mantra for this time period involves the three P's- Positiveness, Placidness, and Prayerfulness. I will need to remind myself of this mantra during the day to combat my compulsiveness because, unfortunately, when I get stressed I become slightly manic.
Above all else I have drive and will power so I will rely on that to keep myself in check. This is too big of a journey and a commitment for me to risk it for a few more hours at work. I don't live to work, I work to live.