I’m still alive.  Sane co-workers are still alive.  Crazy co-worker is still alive.  There were no shots fired in the library today – praise Dewey.  

Weird-ass scene, though.  Internal security came and interviewed everyone one at a time for like a half-hour to an hour each.  Then they talked with him for 2 hours.  Then they took off, saying they’d send someone back to help me close the branch down at 8 (and to, you know, make sure we weren’t all lying dead in pools of blood.)  So much for “removing him permanently”.  Word is, he played nice during the interview, and in the absence of any visible frothing-at-the-mouth, they’re afraid of infringing upon his rights by transfering (or firing) him.

It may still happen, or they may wait to see if he has another episode.  Whatever.  I’ve already put in for a transfer.  Crazy co-workers & Sprogblogger do not mix well.  I’ve, um, got enough shit going on in my life right now without that sort of nonsense.

Ahem.

So since it was a day to get absolutely nothing done besides watching the exits at work, I spent my day online.  Bad Sprogblogger.

I’ve been looking into donor egg programs where the clinics offer “shared risk for shared donor” cycles.  ie: 3 recipients split the eggs from a single donor, and you’ve got 6 tries.  No live baby, 100% refund.  

Sounds about right to me.  

Shady Grove in MD is one of the main contenders at this point, & if anyone’s heard anything good or bad about them, I’d love to hear it.  I spoke with the coordinator on the phone today, and she seemed really with it, able to answer all my somewhat techy questions without a break in her stride, and basically seemed easy to deal with.  

And you can’t beat their odds/prices.

Because at this point, yeah, I’m buying young-thang eggs.  What’s it to you?

And this is sort of funny:  I was looking on their donor listings, and they have potential “donors” answer questions like “Why do you want to donate your eggs” and NO ONE I saw said anything like “Because I’m healthy, young, and fertile, and you’re paying me $10,000 for one month of ovarian discomfort and I’ve got a kidof my own whose college fund needs plumping!”   It was all “I feel called upon to help others achieve the dream of motherhood!”  Hah.  I have to say, I’d totally choose any donor who ‘fessed up and told the truth.

I’m really ready for tomorrow to be over with.  I’m really hoping it goes well, and that I recover as easily as I did from the last one, though I realize that there’s more to be removed this time than last.  Still, I can hope.  And at least I know what to expect from the center & the procedure itself, which was the scariest part for me last time – having no notion what would happen once I took off my shoes.

Now I’m going to be waiting to get back the results from the testing.  That’s the next big hurdle in my mind.  Get that over with, so that I can start figuring out a concrete next step.   Have I mentioned that I’m ready to move on in my life?  Ready to stop dealing with conceiving a baby, and really ready to start, well, changing shitty diapers?  I’m ready to be frustrated with the lack of a good night’s sleep instead o the lack of a single good egg.  Ready to be bemoaning the insensitivity of people who diss my stay-at-home-momness instead of the insensitivity of people who assume I don’t have kids because I don’t want kids.  

Ready to move on.  Been here, done this.  Next!