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… but don’t bring that sperm with you!

Doctor’s orders.

He doesn’t trust a sperm bank that won’t get certified to ship to New York since New York City has the highest concentration of sperm-buyers (who knew?)  That’s nice and sensible.  But it doesn’t help foot the over-a-grand bill for some dude’s spooge I’m going to have to pay.  I mean, if I were married to a guy, would his sperm be certified in New York State?  I think not.

I won the gold medal for arriving to the doctor’s office first again.  I got to school before my non-morning program kids.  They didn’t even know I was gone.  And since I had been up since 3 am (pretty much) because Cake woke up at 3 am and I couldn’t get back to sleep, I had one of those mellow sleepy days in which I don’t actually sweat the small stuff and I cry during the read aloud.   I kind of like those days.

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