Thinking Thinking Thinking

I'm creating a family.

How lovely is that?

I love my family. I love the way my family loves me. I'm so glad that I get to make this happen for someone. I mean, I'm not a saint or anything like that. And by all means, it is really about the benjamins. I just like that there is a good side. I like that the eggs will grow up loved and cared for and really great at writing essays.

Awwww. Feel the love. Feel my soon-to-be-fatty bank account.

Packing packing packing

I'm getting all my things together for my trip tomorrow. Got my iPod, got my hair straightener, got my flip flops, got my Dramamine.

T-minus nine hours til the eggos and I head eastward for our check up.

I do have something I'd like to ask the egg donation facilitators. I'd like to know what the couple looks like. They got to see a profile of me and my interests and my genetic history; all I want is a picture so I have some idea of what these people look like and how I am connected to them.

I do hope they love the eggos with all their hearts. I mean, I'd hate to go through this effort for them not to have a good life in a good home with a good family. Cross your fingers. The journey begins.