Today was another trip up vagina lane with a stick. I still have ovaries, despite evidence to the contrary. I really like the way they do the ultrasound and blood appointments at American Fertility. There was no real "cattle call" and I was in and out in under 20 minutes. The ultrasound tech was totally into explaining everything on the screen and she didn't ram the dildo-cam up into me like she was trying to pack the powder into a canon. Overall, a success.
Back at the ranch, what the hell is going on with this font size? It's out of control!
PS- Dear "Lost"
I'm glad you are all dead. What a shitty ending! I want my friggin 6 years back! Bastards.
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