It is day 21, I think. Although I have perhaps got it confused with day 4,256, which is what it feels like. Donor Dad (DD) is running out of gear, sort of. He has been providing it ("collecting") every day for 12 days straight, or something. We are giving him a rest till I actually get two lines on the wee test. No surge yet from me. Haven't tested today and feel, again, that today will be it. My GF is angry at my ovary, which does not help.
I drank vodka last night because i have no care factor about this so-called preconception health and i had to sing Karaoke and Lorelei Gilmore drinks Vodka martinis in almost every episode of Gilmore Girls, which we have been watching a lot of lately. It was really really nice. Lorelei is hot. Her daughter is naff.
Cold cold weird feelings in doberman. You drove me, drove me nearly out of my head.
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