Thursday, June 08, 2006

Still no sperm, still sober

I thought I had the papertrail done and completed, but no, the sperm bank tells me that they never received the authorization from my doctor to purchase sperm. They've extended my temporary hold on the vials of "my" donor by one day. Sooo, back to square one, back to having even less time to get the doctor's office to sign a form and fax it to the bank. What joys.

And its back to the acupuncturist today, who I'm sure will tell me that the return of my miraculously normal tongue to its former un-normal state is quite bizarre. Yeah, that's what boozing until you pass out can do to your system. Hey ho. What can I do about it now, but promise to be alcohol free until my next negative pregnancy test. Yes, I am going to try to resist the siren call of alcohol during the World Cup, and during a normally boozy conference, because my liver can't take the pickling any longer. And of course, like the complete ass that I am, in one of my boozy moments, I invited a bunch of people to my house for a Saturday breakfast party in order to watch the England v. Paraguay soccer game, complete with Mimosas and Bloody Mary's. And scrambled eggs. I'd hope they'd forgotten, but no, I've been getting phone calls and emails from friends saying how they're looking forward to it. So now I have to make them breakfast, watch them all get drunk and then no doubt they'll want to hang out at my swimming pool all frickin' day while they get slowly sozzled. While I try to stay sober. All I can say is that England had better win, otherwise the humiliation of losing to Paraguay may very well push me over the edge.

In other news, Calliope has kick-ass ovaries and is about to ovulate a nice batch of eggs. Let's all cheer on Churchill for her IUI tomorrow!

1 comment:

Calliope said...

awww! thanks for the shout out!