I heard a priest
use the F word his weekend.
No, not that one –
get your head out of the gutter.
The OTHER F word.
“Fertile.”
Let’s
back up a bit. Steve and I attended a wedding this weekend. A friend of his
from high school got married, and he was a groomsman. I was looking forward to
indulging in some new makeup for the occasion (oh hey Sephora), eating more than
my fair share of cake, and attempting to avoid the free wine (I caved. Half a
glass.). Plus, this is the month before IVF so it would be a good opportunity
for Steve and I to enjoy each other’s company.
