D-Day
Its finally happened. I had to ring the clinic this morning and make the appointment for my treatment. I have calmed down now but initially was panicked. What does one say to the receptionist?
- Hi, I need to be serviced?
- Hey, one cup of sperm and a croissant to go please?
- Hello, my ovaries seek like minded for long walks on the beach.
When it came down to, I asked Mammy2 and she told me to ring, make the appointment and leave it at that. And I did. The receptionist was a lot calmer then I was and said that they had a free slot at 12.50. So I’ve put in for tomorrow off and here’s to our first attempt.
In one part of my brain I have written it off as a non-success already. After all the evidence is stacked against us.
1) OPKs refusing to work.
2) First attempt with the clinic.
3) First attempt in over a year, perhaps the ovum will make strange, or turn gay.
4) Numerous other reasons why it won’t work.
Tomorrow I will watch a lot of rugby and some of that rogue vampire slayer Faith. Just to prepare the body for the impending insemination. Its a whole lot easier when the body is ‘distracted’. By the end of it, the ovaries will most likely catch the 46A out to Donnybrook they’ll be so eager for some action.
