Eggs

I need them for chocolate cupcakes for a coworker's birthday tomorrow. Yeah, it's 930pm. There is one in the egg carton in the fridge.

I've got two things to say.

First, C is picking some up on his way home from out of town.

Second, why is it all about the eggs? I'm set up to inject myself with freaking hormones to produce 10-15 (I'm aiming for 16 in order to be an overachiever). And that's all that is going to come to mind when pondering eggs.

IVF is a wonderful bitch. You just can't know the unyielding grasp it has on your life until you've invited it to possess you. Then it will and when you ask it why it has to control every little thing, it just smirks.