Saturday, February 21, 2009

Horny Teenagers, Tax Headaches, + Lucky Thirteen

Alright. I'll write a little.

Rant time:

What the URRRRRRRGGGGGGGH (practicing being little less foul-mouthed as I'm approaching reentering the working world)!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What I'm getting at is WHY oh WHY do stupid girls whose brains aren't even fully developed think it's a good idea to create their own little real live play thing to just love 'em forever 'n ever (insert iridescent twinkly happy fun star with bright pink sequined puffy heart) instead of going out and just buying a plastic doll that pees water--like they held just 10 years prior to being a knocked up teenager?!?!??!?!? I mean, beyond hormone-driven horniness, they think it's cute. CUTE. Oh. Wait. I answered my own question: their brains aren't fully developed.

Stupid, ignorant females with parts that work getting laid by males with parts that work minus common sense + intelligence = a new generation of idiots.

*wiping sweaty brow stepping off soap box* Okay. I'm done. I'm displacing a tad as we just found out we owe beyond a crap load on our taxes. And that's minimizing it. So if this cycle doesn't work out, at least I'll still get to keep my figure for my pole dancin' Plan B to help pay it down.*

Alright. Silver lining. Silver lining. Silver lining. Um. Hmmm. Well, my lining. Yeah, my lining is plumping up. This cycle seems to be humming along just fine. Took my last shot of 0.05 Lupron this AM. Taking four 0.625 Premarin/day. 100 mg baby aspirin + PNV. Last night lining was 6.8 and going in for an ultrasound Sunday morning to make sure it's going to be all nice and fluffy. Then I think he said a few days of Progesterone.

And here's the big lowdown scoop on the transfer...

We're throwing all our eggs into one basket.

We faced reality and we don't want the psychic white noise of having those looming extra leftover embryos for some highly unlikely future FET. To approach this cycle as aggressively as possible all 3 vials containing the 13 frozen embryos shall be thawed to blast stage. The best of the best will be picked and we'll go for the max they'll transfer.

Keeping our fingers crossed and thinking that lucky 13th is our winner.



*Yeah, yeah... Plan B joke getting old, got it.

4 comments:

  1. Agreed w/the kids having kids..but what about the grown women who act like their brain stems arent completely grown in? The ones that have baby after baby w/different men or octuplets even? They make me crazy. Also, don't start w/the no profanit yet, I can't be the only one that uses 4 letter words in everyday conversation!!

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  2. Argh. Taxes. Even though I'm a poor grad student, I always get SLAMMED due to a stupid underwitholding university and too much self-employment. I remember one year when I barely made 20 K but owed several thousand somehow, despite my best efforts at writeoffs. Sucked.

    Good luck with Operation Eggbasket! I'm cheering for you and your totcicles.

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  3. Awwww, totcicles! I love that. :) Anyway, I think your plan is a good one!

    And I hear ya on the rant.

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  4. I'm whippin' up a cup of virtual decaf for you. I'll be thinking about you over the next few days.

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