I went to Ye Olde Fertility Clinic today for my interview with Local News Station #1 this morning. It went really well and J, the Marketing Supervisor Extraordinaire (MSE), for YOFC said I was awesome and hit all the best points possible. I don’t like to brag, but… I rocked.
Seriously, if I get a DVD of it (the MSE at YOFC did promise me he’d do his best to deliver the goods) – I’ll see if I can figure out how to upload it.
After the interview, I went down to meet with my nurse to sign papers in advance of tomorrow’s retrieval. I disclosed to her the fact that I screwed up my trigger shot this morning… I mean, I didn’t screw it up, but I was 15 minutes late (I knew this wasn’t a problem, but I figured full disclosure was a good thing, right?). Anyway, she said it was completely inconsequential.
So I signed everything, educated her on the weird ways of Judaism, and as I was wrapping up, another nurse knocked on the door and told me that MSE wanted to know if I could stick around because Local News Agency #2 was on their way over and wanted to talk to me!
Well, golly! I’m in high demand!
I wasn’t AS in love with this reporter and this one wasn’t quite as, um, smart. But it went well, and I got to have a little more fun on camera. 🙂
And now I’m home and it’s time to get ready for Shabbos.
I feel good about tomorrow. I think it’ll be okay. I think we’re going to get more eggs than expected. I think this cycle isn’t going to be a bust. I hate even saying that. I hate that I’m actually putting optimism into print. I am so pissed off at myself that I’m allowing myself to make it publicly known that I have any hope, but I do.
So there.
ChezPerky 