I was going to just combine this with the post below, but it seemed to really need its own blogspace:
Today is the 18-month anniversary of us trying to have a baby.
I will be celebrating by having chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, then drinking myself into oblivion. I think the King is worried about incipient alcoholism in me. I told him to worry about his goddamned "9% normal" morphology issues.
How did you celebrate your infertili-versary?