It's Sunday night. Emmys. Heather is grating cheddar onto her spinach salad because we Googled "fertility boosting foods" before I went to Schnuck's last night: allegedly, full-fat dairy like cheese is a bonus, along with the folic acid in spinach. Is fertility supposed to be gassy?
We weren't sure if today was the day. We checked last night, we checked this morning, we checked at 4pm, and we're probably an hour away from our mid-evening cervical exam. Last night I also called Mamie and Whitney because I wasn't sure about this whole "water bath" thawing situation. If I knew Nurse Nina could get pictures on her cell phone-- and not be charged $20 apiece, or turn me in for sexting-- she would be bombarded with more twats than Tiger Woods.
But Whitney and Mamie, whether I wanted to hear it or not, said that we needed to stop obsessing and accept that it's a little bit of a crapshoot. Lord, I'm sick of hearing that.
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