Happy St. Paddy's Day!

I’d like to take this opportunity to wish everybody a happy happy something on the Greatest Holiday of the Year. If you are likewise struggling with fertility, well then may the luck of the Irish be with you. And if you are not infertile and are instead littered with little wild children and such, growing at your feet like weeds, well… then may the luck of the Irish be with you as well. And if you fit neither of these categories, and are just a friend or perfect stranger lurking here because perhaps you enjoy casual reading with the word "fuck" and other such “black garden words” (as my mother would put it) interjected in copious amounts throughout nearly all of my sentences, well then… god bless ya and may the luck of the Irish be with you as well. But then again, I'd say there's a good chance you are already Irish… not unlike me.

Oh – and as for an update. Yah; right. Here's the update. The smooth sailing fertility boat with drakey came to a screeching halt last week when she went back in for her ultrasound and shot only to have Dr. Evil (who was NOT supposed to be there and in fact we changed our appt. 3 times in order to avoid her and the BITCH showed up anyway) inform us that her ovary must have collapsed (implying she had already ovulated) or she had an anovulatory cycle because she couldn’t find one of her ovaries. The truth of the matter is, Dr. Evil just wasn’t technical enough to be able to maneuver that wand through all of the ass gas to find her ovary that was hosting the big eggs this month. What a bitch. So we were forced to skip our first cycle. 2 days later, Drake is almost 100% SURE she ovulated based on well… many things that anybody who is doing this or has done this is all well aware of so I’ll spare you the nasty details. Sigh. Assuming we are in town (which is a 1:2 shot) next month, we’ll hit this again. But not before we formally fire Dr. Evil. AGAIN. Not that we ever hired her back in the first place but they keep sneaking her in to see us when we are supposed to have appointments with other people. She’s like that tic that you just can’t shake.

But let us not dwell on unpleasantries. It is, afterall, a VERY happy day. HAPPY St. PATTIES Day, all!