Saturday, December 3, 2011
Really ladies? Have you no couth?
It is beyond me as to what goes through a woman's head anymore. Apparently, love is not important to them and they have absolutely no self worth. I wish I could say I blame mainstream radio with songs like Pit Bull's lrics 'I can't promise tomorrow, but I can promise tonight', insisting that love is asking to much so let's just all have casual sex, but that is believing people can't form their own opinions. Then these niave little girls wonder how they end up at my hospital prego with crabs. Seriously... And why, why, why ladies, do you set your cell phone ringtone to, 'You look better with the lights off'? Do you not have even one strand of respect for yourself? Call me cocky, by quite frankly I think I look best with a spot light and dare I say I don't need some horny, lusting man to agree with that fact. Also ladies, I don't know when it became acceptable to try and be best friends with a married man, but it actually is not acceptable fyi. So let's regain some class and fix this.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Baby fever?
The fact that I do not want children anytime soon does not make me a bad women. It makes me a women who plans to pay for their own baby instead of the tax payers doing so. Thank you.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
IVF- Exam 1.
Exam 1. There were so many various couples in the clinic today and all I could think about was, "I wonder if they want my eggs?" That answer narrowed done when 75% of the people were not my particular ethnicity. Well, you never know I guess? I had to pee, but held it since they needed a urine sample, which wasn't collected until 45 mins later and I ended up giving them approximately 8 oz of urine. The lady told me to give as much as I could, but I didn't tihnk they wanted 3 cups so Ionly filled up one. I met with the doctor and he seemed nice, but I do not think he was a fan of my peircings and ink. However, I have another appointment next Friday to check out the girls, ovaries that is. So the process moves on.
PS. It completely makes me want to vomit knowing many great women ready to have children who cannot conceive while little high schoolers go around thinking "It'll never happen to me" and next thing you know they are 16 and prego. Darn this system.
PS. It completely makes me want to vomit knowing many great women ready to have children who cannot conceive while little high schoolers go around thinking "It'll never happen to me" and next thing you know they are 16 and prego. Darn this system.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
IVF anyone?
I figured my blogging out my egg donation process seemed reasonable. I realize many people don't agree with it, but it's no matter. So the first time I was denied by USF because they thought anorexia could be genetic, but to try back with them in like 5 years. Since 5 years later it wouldn't be? Doesn't make any sense to me. However, what I think to be a more sophisticated group, decided otherwise and the process begins. Tomorrow I go for an exam/physical and what I am sure to be the beginning of long process. Some people think I'm doing it for the money. This isn't true. Granted I do feel like I am helping about someone who is helping me out in a way. What I don't understand is why women who are unfit to be mothers soaking in medicaid are popping out 5 and 6 babies never stopping once to use some form, any form of birth control, while yet there are other women fully able to support a baby, trying spending thousands and thousands of dollars to make a baby and can't. Sadly, there are not enough donors for these women.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Socially awkward or just [insert other option here]?
I'd like to think I do not give everyone I meet the creeps, but there is a good chance I do. Within the first 5 mins of meeting me, you will know my life's summary. Some people enjoy, others pretend and the .008% run away scared. I can't say I blame them, I do not think I ever had someone tell me their life story the first time we met, well besides in rehab, but that's to be expected. Speaking of rehab, I miss my bestie.
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