I'm in the midst of another day of professional development and we've been given a 15-minute break. I prioritized squeezing in blog post to you over going to the bathroom. Don't you feel special?
We might be able to start cycling in November and transfer in December. Maybe. The clinic is just waiting on us to tell us when we're ready. We're still trying to get the insurance piece to fall into place and it will – the question is just how soon? We want December, dammit, so that's what we're focusing on. 'Tis the season to be juiced on hormones — Folli-la-la-laaaa-la-Follistim.
Chance's special project is just about ready to share with you. Hopefully she'll be ready to launch by the end of the weekend. I can't wait. I love it, and I think you will, too.
Tonight I'll put up a new entry under Frank's Friday Fixin's. I haven't done one since July and this morning Frank gave me the evil eye and dropped what was a little more than an obvious hint: "I made that CAKE last week and took PICTURES of it, y'know. Didjya notice what day today is? It's FRIDAY. It would be a good day for some FIXIN'S. By a guy named FRANK. And my name is FRANK."
Darn. Gotta go. To the bathroom.