My close friend LC has been "in the know" about my fertility quest pretty much since the beginning. I try to keep her in the loop about all the ups and downs, and I know she watches this blog. (Hey, LC!) It hasn't been updated in awhile because my computer died and I haven't replaced it, and my internet access is limited. Text has been the main way I've been communicating with people.
So, Tuesday, LC texts me (only slightly editted for content):
LC: Are you updating your blog this month?
BDM: Will update blog eventually! 'Puter still dead.
LC: Ah! That totally makes sense!
BDM: PS. Tonight might be the night! Trying to choreograph the evening.
LC: OMFG!!!!
BDM: Right??! Holy F***ing Sh**!
LC: I think this exchange should go in the baby book.
BDM: Agreed. Hilarious!
LC: :)
Later that evening... afterwards....
BDM: Aaaaaand done. Aaaaaand ew.
LC: Syringe too cold?
BDM: Nope. Just full of slimy genetic material. Ew!
LC: It is slimy, isn't it. Bleah
LC: Are you hanging out with your legs in the air?
BDM: Actually, yes!
LC: Ha! I knew it! Don't forget to orgasm, it helps your cervix to scoop it up. (if me telling you to just go have an orgasm isn't irony...)
BDM: Already did. Yay!
BDM: Also going in the baby book. :)
LC: This should all go in the book. Hi future baby, I hope by the time you read this you love me enough to forgive us!
If it never makes it to the baby book, it at least made it to the blog!
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