All Systems Go

After the initial and vast confusion around getting an appointment, I finally got into my doctor's office, where I was seen by a nurse practictioner whose name I keep thinking is Kimlan, which it's not.

But I was poked, prodded and found to be in good health, other than some 'inflammation,' a word that's a whole lot better than 'infection'.

I spoke with a midwife, who is going to work with us on our timing. She pointed out that sperm literally costs more than gold, then encouraged us to create a space in our home to welcome Murray. Apparently cyberspace doesn't fit the bill, so fine. I'll move all my porn to a different shelf and light a candle if it helps.