planning

We're making some progress on prepping for "Op Knocked Up - Second String - Take 2." We've picked out a donor, for a start. A very very LARGE, blond and blue eyed donor. His "name" is Monty. He's a bit of a GIGANTAUR, weighing in at about 200 pounds and reaching grand heights of 6'3 or such. This is entirely appropriate for a boy; however, I am a bit concerned that his two sisters are also 6'3. Yikes! Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against tall people; I'm even friends with a few (shout out to Jenkins!) and I treat them no differently than my other non-freakishly tall friends. I mean, I may make bigoted jokes behind their backs occasionally but I am nothing but fair and unbiased to their faces. :) KIDDING. My larger concern is the image looming in my head of looking up to the clouds, pointing my finger sternly and yelling up at my 11 year old to "GET TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!" Drake and I are both a little height challenged, you see.

Anyway... we're currently researching clinics other than the Hades Clinic. We only really have one other choice and they cannot get us in for a consult until the 18th which is pushing it pretty close, but it's all we can do for now. I'm growing a tad bit excited again at the prospect of having a baby. It's been a nice and much needed break for the past few months but I'm ready to hit this again with optimism and energy and renewed hope. and I look forward to seeing the love of my life experience the magic of what may become...

Signing off,

Erin Rae