the squirt

Well... low and behold, "the squirt" came early this cycle. I was originally scheduled for a Day 13 Ultrasound and the usual LH shot routine on Wed. but we executed a last minute switch of plans when I got a pretty little glowing blue line on my OPK sticks Tuesday morning. Day 14 ovulation? "But... sir... but but... it can't be! That's just so... TEXT BOOK!" That's right. With the introduction of my freaky little pills, I am now cultivating a text book perfect cycle. HOT DAMN! We happened to fall on a day when good ole' Dr. Evil was on the Sperm-Injecting Call of Duty and so we once again were threatened with a potentially very awkward moment, but you know... she was absolutely pleasant. She's been at her very best ever since we fired her sorry ass. I like it. I like it a lot. Anyway... that bastard donor whom we lovingly christened "Gabe" had a crazy low sperm count this time and I appeared to inhale it like a Dirt Devil because it was a very different and (hmmmm... less sloppy?) and less crampy experience than usual but I'm not complaining. In fact, I'm not complaining about anything. If it works this time, GREAT. If it doesn't... so what. Just gives me more opportunity to get back into shape hopefully in time to take on a mission to destroy my body. I'm okay with it no matter which way it goes. This little break has had a very positive affect, I believe. and for the first time since that EMPTY bullshit, I'm feeling pretty damn healthy and good about all of this.