That's what time they'll implant the embryos. 10:45.
My husband got in the car with me and promptly farted. And I gagged until I nearly threw up and he had to open a window. He's kind of proud of that. I blame my nerves.
Also I'm not so sure I'm smart enough to have kids. The other day, I dropped The Husband's wireless mouse, and the battery flew out, along with a few covers and the USB stick. When I went to reassemble it, the words, "So does the battery go *in* it?" came out of my mouth.
Even Wen's boyfriend made fun of me. "Nah, you just put it next to the mouse."
*sigh* Let's do this.
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