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come if you can, although i hope that this gathering

doesn't apply to you.

WHAT: The First Ever Annual Infertile Cookie Bake Off: We Can't Make Babies But We CAN Make Cookies.

WHERE: My house, of course.

WHEN: This Saturday.

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I think 12-15 women are coming. I would LOVE for any of you to come. I'll pick you up from the airport and you're welcome to stay with us in our lovely guest room.

I am going to whip up a few batches of cupcakes and make some toasty coconut egg nog. I mean, I'm just saying.

Come, won't you?

a message from our girl on the other side. *update*

her twins, jackson and parker have landed.

she asked me to let you know.

here's the text:

"babies are here, all is well!

more tomorrow when i'm not so groggy.

oxoxo watson"

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she texted later after the shock wore off to lament brag tell us that:

"jax entered the world at 12:59 weighing 6lbs 11 oz, and parker came 1 minute later weighing 5 lbs and 11 oz." 

what should we text her back?

'yea, for the vahighna., bet it feels better. love to you and and bepop, and the little ones"

'congrats. sleep while you can, and welcome to insanity. we love you.'

what????

blogging.

this blogging everyday is making me feel like the assistants at Martha Stewart, Living. having to come up with posts everyday is what they must feel like when they have to come up upteen crafts for every issue. with potentially the same results. some of that magazine's craft projects are so obviously from people who've been asked a few too many times to come up with projects. printing out butterflies and taping them to ceramics, i mean really?

but alas. here we are post number 18 of the 11th month.

in reproductive news...we have decided to do something sciency in another state in january. either a donor embryo cycle or a fresh donor cycle. k is leaning towards a donor embryo cycle while i am leaning towards a donor egg cycle. he, as always, is thinking of the money. a donor embryo cycle is $4,500. a fresh donor egg cycle, split, is $11,000 (and i actually think it ends up to be more). his theory is that we can do three embryo cycles for the same price as one embryo cycle. (what do you all think?)

oh, and i forgot to add that we *think* that k's work will pay for the embryo 'adoption' which means that it would cost $1,500.00.

i would like our child to have some sort of bio connection to one of us. mainly, because i think it would be easier for a child to grasp. and what's $11,000. (a crazy amount to blow on something that is more likely NOT to work if you're NOT IF).

we'll see what sciency baby-making doctor says. on december 3rd. with eager ears. (not such an eager beaver). (ok, don't hate...you KNOW you wanted to make that joke)(especially you).

in creative news. my embroidery software completely.shut down. and in a way that no little troubleshooting menu was going to help. pray, for the sake of everyone in the house even cricket, that i can figure it out or someone is going to go insane. i have christmas crafting to do. for the sake of pete!

i hope that you all have a wonderful thanksgiving week. and may we get ready to begin the year in which we will be mothers.

i know, i'm a slack

actually, i've been busy NOT being infertile. i've had dozens of children in only two weeks!!. i have not felt better for as long as i can remember.

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i've been sewing like a mad woman. Some roman blinds (with wood inserts, people!), a shirt, a jacket (which i am working on), and i've embroidered like an eighty year old widow on bed rest.

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i also, less than a week after dropping our adoption application in the mail, started an on-line support (really chit chat) group for adoptive mothers called "Waiting to Adopt, The Longest Wait."

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i am also getting together a wardrobe for our big west trip; a story of cold. Um, the temp is going to be 25 degrees when we land. I am afraid to tell k. The last time he asked i mistakenly thought and thus mistakenly told him 50. TWENTY FIVE DEGREES. No, i am not joking. Yes, i am going to die. The other day, here in Georgia, i had the top down in my convertible. It became quite chilly so i pulled over and put on a light jacket and (!! seriously, the pathetic part) put on the seat warmers. Oh, you ask, what was the temperature listed on my dash? 70 degrees. STOP LAUGHING. Wind chill, people.

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But, yeah, i am going to die. Although i am more than excited and am busy with preparations:

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cute 'winter jacket' from loeman's= CHECK

ridiculously large knitted hat (i don't care how hard k laughs  it makes me look cool. really, isn't that the point?)=CHECK

'heavy bikini wax' (that's what they billed me for WTHeesy?)= CHECK

new cute look like a lumber-jack flannel for k to enhance western sex life  (oh, mr. lumberjack, how can i ever talk you out of cutting down that tree? blink, blink)=CHECK

xanax=CHECK, (k suggested it, mentioning something about the last time we flew when i jumped in my seat, grabbed a Brazilian's arm  and yelled "OMG there's another plane!!!!!" The Brazilian jumped and tried to get up being stopped only by his seat belt. Right about when i figured out...it wasn't another plane,  just the wing of our plane. Unfortunately, the only word i know in Portuguese besides caipirinha is obrigado...which is welcome (and, of course what you say to bartender after he gives you a caipirina). which i said to the Brazilian which made him roll his eyes and get all snarky like. Whatever, guy....You know what they say! Better insane, paranoid, and crazy safe than sorry!).

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I cannot wait to show the elk my new hat! They are excited too, i just know it.