It's time for the percolator

My thighs look like a cross between a junkie's arm and a colander.

Last night my mom plunged a needle into the upper right quadrant of my butt cheek.

I have been violated eight ways from Sunday by my RE's ultrasound wand.

Tomorrow morning T has to drop off his creepy little brown paper bag.

Two weeks from Friday I find out if I'm pregnant.

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I've been debating whether or not to go there on this here blog. Like Hillary mentioned, when do you spill the beans?

Our struggle to get knocked up isn't exactly a secret, but when you post your business out on the internets--it becomes even less of a secret. And for (who I hope is, anyway) the one soul from work who has been given super sleuth access to the blog--well, Fanny, you're not aloud tell a soul. Otherwise? Death. At the very least, I steal your office chair and replace it with a Wheely Bug.

Threats aside, T and I waffled for a long time when to get back on the horse. My thoughts were to venture when I still felt kind of tired; thinking that ripping the band-aid off being fully rested would hurt like a mofo. Late night feedings not such a distant memory?--well then, march on. At least that's my twisted reasoning.

Age has also been a consideration since T is a tidgy older.

So we saw Dr. EBFS back in February and he was ready to start crack a lackin' with my March cycle, picking up with the protocol that helped us get pregnant with E. Our eyes kind of bugged out since that seemed kind of fast. Plus I have issues with being inside all the time. And if I got knocked up in March and had a baby in Novemberish...well...I'm just not sure I'd survive the winter AND flu season with a new born and not-quite-two-year-old. I feel slightly nauseous just thinking about being inside.all.the.time.

Shudder.

Anyway, we thought June sounded a-okay. What the hell, right? I can do this.

In all honesty, I'm pretty excited and pretty darn freaked out at the same time. Excited, because yea! babies! I probably won't accidentally kill this one since I actually know a little bit more than the last go round.

Freaked out because, yeah, I responded really well to the injections and it is what Dr. EBFS called "a strong cycle." We're talking lots o' follicles. He's a conservative doctor and still decided to not cancel the cycle, so I feel good about it and trust him--but I would be lying if I didn't say that T and I occasionally give the nervous giggle about potentially having more than one egg fertilize.

Heh.

Heh.

Holy hell...that scares me.

And I've decided to not even venture down that road mentally because I've got bum eggs right? So, I'm just going to count on most of them being stuck up and snotty and only one cooperating.

(Currently promising to no longer create story lines for my eggs. My bad.)

Anyway, that's the skinny. We'll see how it all shakes out come two weeks from now.

Heavens.