We’re inseminating in less than a week. We’re in frequent contact with Mr. Goodman now. We’re really going to do this.
The first two tries were both a little off, and I always knew that those two wouldn’t take. They were the trial runs. I just knew that it wasn’t time. However, I also have known that fall was the real deal, that it would happen in the fall, and that thrills me and scares the shit out of me all at the same time. What if J and I actually get what we want for a change? Whatever will we do? It’s a good thing that there’s still plenty of time for oodles of things to go wrong.