All spermed up

Went in for the insem this morning. All went well. Except for the drive, which was loooong. While my appointments happen at the close by office in the city, the insems happen at the office in the far away suburbs. It took an hour and a half in traffic to get there this morning, and practically the same amount of time coming back.  Not fun, and we were both hungry b/c we'd left home so early and hadn't planned well, so we got crabby with each other on the drive home. Plus, I always feel like an alien in the suburbs, the landscape doesn't make sense to me. I always get lost and seem to drive around and around in circles, always winding up at the same Red L.obster parking lot.  Anyway. I felt so bad that we were crabby post-insem that when we got back home to our urban jungle (hah) I made my sweetie take me to brunch so we could sit across the table and look at each other and really talk. And I ate yummy pancakes with fresh berries. And now I'm home, resting. I think that trigger shot made me really tired. And it's a gorgeous, gorgeous day. And it is Emily S.alier's (from the I.ndigo Girls) birthday, or so the guy on N.PR said this morning. And I saw a big billboard this morning that said "every egg's dream" while we were on our way to the insem. In reality, it was an ad for McD.onald's, but I am choosing to see it as an Auspicious Sign. Into the TWW!