Today is a better day. We got sperm in the mail, and any day that sperm comes in the mail–and it’s viable, and I’m close to ovulating–it’s a good thing (otherwise, I’d prefer not to receive it in the mail or by any other means, thank you). All of the important factors seem to be in place today, so I’m rather happy.
Since Shipment Method 2.0 has been implemented, we have a whole lot more of the stuff than we used to, so we get to split it up. This means we got to have an insemination earlier and we still have a syringe full of the good stuff in the fridge for right before bedtime. This, too, makes it a good day.
I’m still not sleeping much. I’ve just got too much to think about. We’ve got a few leads on places to live, and we’re checking them out Saturday, and weirdly, I have more hope. The worries have hardly crept in at all today.
I suppose with sperm comes hope, no matter how screwed up things are around me.