Thursday, April 05, 2007
Don't count chickens
Here I am in the hospital this morning awaiting fertilisation.
In proper fertilisation footwear.
Two eggs are in. I don't want to hear any more about it for sixteen days.
And I've discovered it's quite hard to converse lightly about Easter plans when one has one's legs hitched up in stirrups and a cool breeze playing about one's nether regions. And the conversee is squatting on a stool between aforementioned stirrups. The nurse kindly gave me a modesty sheet to cover my belly. I don't know why she thought I might be worrying about my belly.