I don't really know what it is. Looming PMS? The mild letdown of returning to regular life after a great getaway? The overwhelming feeling of returning to IF treatments and failing to get results?
I don't know. But I just feel down. Just mildly so. But enough of a funk that I feel like my usual (?) sass and humour have taken a nosedive and disappeared for the past couple of days. I haven't even really felt like blogging. But I'm all abouts the "keepin' it real" so Internetz, you're getting the good, the bad and the ugly from me. I guess this is a bit of the ugly.
Work has been really stressful. August was a hellish month and September is proving no better. I won't bore you with the details but Monday in particular is going to be nothing short of awful. I think that might be part of the reason I feel like dwelling in this gloomy place. I know without knowing details it's probably hard to relate, care, or feel any kind of sympathy, but if you're one for sending prayers, good thoughts, happy ju-ju, or whatever please feel free to send it my way and know that I'll be passing it on as well.
In other news, my period - should it dare show up on time is probably due any day now. If it doesn't show up by CD-35 I have a prescription for Provera burning a hole in my purse should I decide that I'm going to go for it this cycle. Part of that decision will depend on my conversation with my ND on Monday (after said nightmare at work).
So for now I shall dwell in this gloomy place, rather boggy and sad. But I'm happy for some company should you have some words of wisdom or just care to sit by my side.