On my way to school this morning, I prayed that God would give me eggs for my birthday...never thought eggs would be on my birthday wish list. Then I found myself bartering with God, "Alright God, how many are ya thinkin'? I'm thinking at least 8-10. In fact, if you give me 8-10, I promise to..." yeah, there's not an ending. I've got nothing. Just a weird in-my-head conversation.
Guess what they were serving in the cafeteria for breakfast? You guessed it...eggs.
I was also brainstorming word plays like EGGSellent, EGGStravagant, EGGSpert and EGGSercise. Weird, right?
Basically, I see egg dreams in my future; that is, IF I can sleep. Here's to a night of egg-less dreams and a morning of egg-filled follies. Good luck to my retrieval buddies: Liz @ Compromised Fertility and Anasara @ Impregnable. (All hands in the middle) 1...2...3...GO EGGS!
