Thursday, March 22, 2007

We Now Return To Our Regularly Scheduled Program, Sort Of

Tra la la.

'Twas a wonderful weekend camping in the woods with the bride-to-be and her friends, tra la la.
They're all fabulous, strong women and we also had a few dogs thrown in just for fun.

We drank, tra la la. We ate, tra la la.

We hiked. A little.
We ate and we drank and we drank and we drank and we ate and ate and ate.
And we talked and talked and laughed and laughed, all in the beautiful woods.

Tra la la.

And now I'm back on the IUI bus,
Getting poked and poked and poked and poked with needles and dildocams, tra la la.

Seven little follies, mostly on the left, with one already starting to grow, tra la la.
Not bad for one with my FSH, and the age and the blah blah blah.

We'll see what occurs as I hit 'em with the meds and the herbs and the tra la la.
Who knows? Maybe now's when the perfect little egg will emerge tra la la, tra la la, tra la la.

1 comment:

hope4future said...

Yur so weird. I love it! :-D