I had an u/s and blood test today, and those follies guys decided to start growing! Ha!
Surly resident counted 4 on the left and 5 on the right, and she only looked at big ones. I heard something like 11mm, etc. I try to listen as less as possible – let Cor.nell worry, let follies grow, thank God that I don’t need to ctrl anything. Nice feeling, for a change. So, I’ve just got instructions to continue stims day 7 on the same protocol. 150, 150, 0.5
As a result of this news, I finally placed an order on those other guys, required for this child-making process. It was killing me!!! I started thinking about it last December, and back then I saw real funny profile, and I’m a sucker for a smart humour. Oh yeah, he IS smart. Then again, it was the only baby’s picture there that makes me laugh. He’s only like 1 year old there but looks like one heck of a very busy and independent (can’t find a correct word in English) little basta.rd:-)) On the negative side, Irish (obviously:-) dude is into parties, chatting, wandering in the woods, motorcycle acci.dents, and smoking we.ed. He is 25 but he is still at college, and does not seem to be driven at all. Sort of, all things that I’m not, speaking of my 4 (accidental) Masters degrees, and perennial drive. Initially, I wanted someone very organized sort of to dillute my AD.D. But the more I read about their successes, the more scared I got of having little boss at home. I was afraid how is he gonna judge my weaknesses. I want someone warm and forgiving. I want someone I can be good friends with. With that Irish one – I can:-) And at least, he sounds happy, and is the only one who said that his father is kind. I was looking for that “kind” word over and over, and he was the only one who said it. So, after 10 months of agonizing, I ended up with my, basically, 1st choice. Oh – and the reason, I use “he” speaking of the “kid” is because every word has a gender in my native language. “kid” is he.
In other news, I was deadly nausceous this morning, and thought that I would pass out on every subway stop, transfer, etc. First I thought, it’s my hormones, but it looks like it’s consequence of my lovely morning vitafol pill instead. It got much better, so, after appointment, I spent 7 hours in La P.ain Quo.tidien with wooden communal tables – very cozy place, I only hate its classic music- and FINALLY (yes, yes, yes!!!) worked on my resume. I need to finish this madness of 100+ hours.
Last Thursday, one of my debit cards failed to work at Cor.nell, so I went to talk to Cha.se rep in the place right next to my drugstore. We ended up having nicest talk about H1.-B, g.reen car.ds (she got it through Chas.e), my very famous client, priva.te equi.ty, leverag.ed buyo.uts and all exciting stuff like that, and she said that I should apply for job in Cha.se. And for some reasons, I got a feeling it make work for me. So, I sent today my resume to 2 places and 1 recruitor (very cool for me, usually this job searching stuff is killing me.)
Hmm, C.P.A…Did not even open damn thing today. Oh well.