Sorry for the radio silence this week. Noah has taken to waking up at 5 am, which is prime blogging time for me.

This morning, I crept down as quietly as possible, and although from 5:10 am - 5:17 am were filled with murmured repetitions of “Mommy mommy mommy mommy,” it is quiet again for now.

I blame the person who delivers the paper, with her bright headlights and repeated “thunks” just outside his window. That and the sliver of light from downstairs and small sounds of the coffeemaker and the computer. And NPR, temporarily off while we work through Noah’s overly early hours. I miss you, NPR. I promise I’ll be back, and I’ll listen in the car!

Things I have been thinking about this week:

• My ovaries. We did an “ovarian reserve” test this cycle, to make sure I still had plenty of good eggs left. That means, basically, taking Clomid and doing lots of blood tests to make sure it’s working exactly the way it should.

  I think there’s a reason they call Clomid the bitch pill, and also, it made my ovaries swell up like oranges. I don’t remember even thinking about my ovaries before. Even when I was trying to get pregnant with Noah.

  And I’ll be taking a higher dose next month. Don’t you wish you were Jill?

• Last night I had a nightmare that Jill told a family with quads who were Noah’s age that we’d be happy to babysit them overnight, and then didn’t tell me until our house was filled with screaming toddlers and way too few parents. I woke her up to tell her not to do that.
• I actually think that was a work dream, more than a TTC dream. I’m not saying anything out of the public domain — there’s a wired blog link I can’t find that discusses it — but work is crazy with rumors about forthcoming layoffs and major changes. I don’t *think* I’ll be directly affected, but even if not, work is certainly going to be more chaotic and difficult after the fact. And I might be wrong, of course. While someone has to do the work I do, it doesn’t have to be me.
• I’ve been having the funniest debate on another blog. One of my closest friends, Erin, is not a blogger, but her sister Clare is. Clare did the personality test meme flying around just now, as did her parents (in the comments), then we all speculated as to Erin’s Meyers-Briggs personality type.

  I called Erin, as I often do, on my commute home yesterday. My plan was to tell her that she had to go read the comments and take the quiz, but Clare had already done that. Her first words to me were those three little words we all love to hear: You were right!