Joey has two interviews in Florida on Friday, which means we will no longer get to spend our first anniversary together. I'm disappointed, of course, but so happy there's a small breakthrough in the search. It came at the perfect time, when we were so down and in need of a lift. I also have an interview on Friday, or a phone interview at least. The position is one I'm a little underqualified for, but we'll see. At this point, I just hope for the best--that I can sell myself well enough over the phone so they at least consider meeting with me in person.
In TTC world, it looks as if cycle #13 is on the horizon. Or should I say it FEELS that way. I've had cramps for three or four days, but no bleeding yet. Last night the pain was so bad, I though my left ovary was going to burst out of my skin. It makes me wonder if Boris is back.
And with just 4.5 working days left until vacation, my mind is in neutral. I'm surprised I've gotten anything accomplished this week at work. I imagine I'll be putting in a few more hours of overtime before I step on that plane to Florida next Thursday. :)