T-minus 19 days until I look and feel like this:
Sweet Jesus. I'm already excited. I love my eggos.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
You've Got Mail
Walgreens Specialty Pharmacy Services gave me a friendly call today to confirm my shipment of hormones.
T-minus 19 days until I look and feel like this:
T-minus 19 days until I look and feel like this:
Sunday, December 26, 2010
The Process [finally] Begins
So I've left the eggo blog alone for a while because...well...frankly, nothing interesting or eventful has happened with the eggos. The eggos are just waiting to be someone else's bad ass baby.
Only today is Christmas day. I get to stop my birth control and restart it on January 2nd so that I'm all synced up with the recipient mommy. THE MAGIC BEGINS.
Important things to remember:
Starting today: No sex.
Starting January 2nd: No booze.
(At this point, you should realize that all the fun in my life has been forcibly removed. I plan on subsidizing it with copious amounts of chocolate and romantic comedies.)
Starting mid-January: I will be full of hormones that will make me emotionally unstable. Save yourself: if you see me calling just don't pick up. But if you do, please tell me that I am 1. Pretty. 2. Smart 3. Funny.
Starting February 3rd: I fly across the country (with Dad, he's my caretaker during this event so he can go golfing with my Uncle while I'm going to and from the clinic) and then have the retrieval.
On February 9th, I fly back home and begin the process of going back to normal.
Piece of cake....right? I could use a piece of cake right now.
Only today is Christmas day. I get to stop my birth control and restart it on January 2nd so that I'm all synced up with the recipient mommy. THE MAGIC BEGINS.
Important things to remember:
Starting today: No sex.
Starting January 2nd: No booze.
(At this point, you should realize that all the fun in my life has been forcibly removed. I plan on subsidizing it with copious amounts of chocolate and romantic comedies.)
Starting mid-January: I will be full of hormones that will make me emotionally unstable. Save yourself: if you see me calling just don't pick up. But if you do, please tell me that I am 1. Pretty. 2. Smart 3. Funny.
Starting February 3rd: I fly across the country (with Dad, he's my caretaker during this event so he can go golfing with my Uncle while I'm going to and from the clinic) and then have the retrieval.
On February 9th, I fly back home and begin the process of going back to normal.
Piece of cake....right? I could use a piece of cake right now.
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