Standby

Monday I called the sperm bank to put us on standby for insemination later this month. Like in 2 weeks. I didn't expect to be THIS nervous, I thought for sure I'd be fine. After all, we've been planning this for months and in some ways, I've been planning for this since I was 12.

Of course, when I was 12, I thought it would be under less medicated circumstances but here we are, me a lover of the ladies not the gents and Mr. Silly's specimens at the ready to help us on our quest.

I stammered through the conversation with the bank, stumbling on every word the lady said. She said they don't recommend the tamagochi, since it's not designed for frozen sperm. Um, hi, isn't the point of all these sticks I pee on to determine exactly when I ovulate? Live, frozen, sperm from mars, it shouldn't matter when all we need to know is when I'm making my own version of egg drop soup.

So now we just wait, try not to think about it and try not to be superass nervous.