This cycle I’m going to try a novel approach: stress. “But IVF is already so stressful,” you say, puzzled at my naiveté. And you would be right. But what I find the most stressful about IVF (aside from screwups by the nurses, or the RE, or, most often, myself) is the waiting and wondering and depression and exhaustion and roller-coaster hormones. So maybe, just maybe, the ticket to a successful cycle (in the emotional sense, not the “it’s a boy!” sense) is to just be so freakin’ busy that you can’t even come up for air to think about it.
It looks like I’m about to find out, because I am totally screwed at work. I’ve been spinning my wheels on a brief for several weeks, unable to even make a dent in it because I can’t figure out how the statutes and the case law fit together and what the hell I’m going to argue (it involves administrative exhaustion in the area of labor law). Then last week I got assigned an emergency motion in another appeal, and somehow, after a marathon briefing period, the case was scheduled for oral argument in just over a week! (Which never happens, and probably is due to the fact that I did a really good job on the motion—serves me right.) So now I’ve got oral argument to prep for, a brief due at the end of the month, and I’m taking a 2-day trip to NY in the middle of all of this. Oh, and I’m teaching a class in NY and have to prepare for that, too. AARGGHH!
Panicked, I filed a motion for more time for my brief. But this court is very stingy about extensions, so I could only ask for two weeks. And then I looked at the calendar and started kicking myself, because the second of those two weeks is going to be all wrapped up in my retrieval and transfer and bed rest and such. So I am truly and completely hosed. I’m pretty sure I’m bringing home work every weekend for the next month.
So okay, this is stressing me out pretty badly. But a thought has occurred to me: what if this is exactly what I need? Now if this were my first IVF cycle, and I didn’t know what to expect, it might be way too scary to be on deadlines like this at work. But I pretty much know how my body is going to react to it all. And while it will suck to be this busy, at least the stress will keep me awake and alert at work, rather than face-down on my keyboard (here’s hoping, at least). And as long as the work is going well (I do really like my job, you know), maybe this will be exactly the kind of distraction I need.
Of course, if things don’t go well, I’ll be a weeping hormonal puddle on the floor of my office, begging the gods for mercy. I’m kind of hoping to avoid that scene.
Or I could just end up buried in socks. (Don’t laugh! It could happen to you.)