I’m getting violated by a turkey baster tomorrow. I’m a little nervous. I’m a little excited. This really has been such an interesting experience. This morning I was supposed to give myself the Ovidrel shot, but I knew there was no way I could do it so I took it up to my Mom’s school and had her do it. I think she enjoyed it way too much.
Recently, it’s been much easier for me to talk about all of this stuff with people. It kinda feels good to talk about it. A lot more people than I thought have issues conceiving so I hate to be picky, but my company is taking a trip to Puerto Rico next January and I’d really like to go, so if I could get “infected” with a baby this month, that would really be ideal. On top of that, it’s not easy to do all these Dr. appointments when I’m out of town every single day for the next 6 weeks.
Please exist.
Blessings.