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Time has been flying by, oddly enough. Today I have to order more Gonal-F, and I am sort of worried that I am not going to have enough left for my dose tonight (I was supposed to order yesterday- oops.)

I have also been very busy with work and family obligations. And I have also been having conversations like this:

Me: You know, it's really irritating that I am the problem. Somehow. But not know what the problem is.

Him: Maybe my guys are just frightened and they are hiding.

Me: Why would your guys hide? There are millions of them!

Him: Well, the egg is a lot bigger, in relation to my guys. I bet they are intimidating.

Me: OK, well, if I were an egg, I would be the one who was worried. It would be like me getting attacked by millions of mice.

Him: Well, on the other hand, think of the sperm's perspective! It would be like seeing two Yukon Denalis heading straight at me.

Me: Are we still talking about my uterus? Because it's starting to sound like Mutual of Omaha's Wild America. Or maybe West Side Story.

Him: With just a dash of Nascar.
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Yesterday was a big event at Dad's workplace, and I met a lot of his office staff.

Her: Hi! I'm Robin! You must be the oldest daughter!

Me: Yes, that's me...nice to meet you Robin!

Her: You're the one with the baby!

(At this point, I see my mother visibly cringe.)

Me: Nope...no baby!

Her: Oh, I could have sworn it was you!

Me: No, not me. No kids yet! Ha ha!

Her: I wonder who that was....

Mom later pulled me to the side and said, "Well, I am glad you're not still taking the Clomid."

Me: "I know. Dad has a lot of sharp objects in his office. And there would have been witnesses."

Ultrasound is Monday. I am giving the follies a pep talk as we speak.