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How to have a baby as a lesbian
Decide on a fertility clinic
Schedule appointment with doctor
Meet with doctor 2-3 weeks later
Wait for your next period, wake up at 5am, get a fuck ton of blood drawn, go to work directly after
Treasure hunt to figure out where your many test results from the blood draw are online
Fun procedure where they fill your uterus with water like a water balloon to see if it has any blockages
Treasure hunt to find results from that test
Cheek swab test for recessive genetic diseases (it will take a full month to hear back about results)
Two hour meeting with a therapist where they ask you how you feel about having to abort one of your triplets, just in case you get pregnant with triplets and doctors want you to abort one
To be fair that was the worst thing in that meeting and mostly it was just drilling us on how to explain sperm donation to a toddler. (It's considered best practice is to explain sperm donation to your donor-sperm-conceived toddler before they can think to ask if they have a dad.)
But also seriously they reminded us so many times that Health Problems Exist and also Your Baby Will Not Be Immortal
Fight with your spouse at least twice about which sperm donor to use. Cry.
Send in your choice to the clinic for review. You may now schedule another meeting with the doctor
Meet with doctor, 2 weeks later, who grants permission for you to purchase the sperm. You have spent the last month frantic that someone will buy the last of that sperm before you can. There is no way to put it on hold or buy it without a doctor's approval. Supplies are extremely limited
(IDK what happens if that last vial gets bought, probably another month repeat of the above)
Monitor ovulation through all of this and continue to do so over the next 4 months. Maintain a detailed chart of body signs in hopes a few of them routinely show up the day before you ovulate
Send sperm from the sperm bank to the fertility clinic
Fight with the scheduling lady about whether or not you can get a next day appointment if you call after noon, even though this is a business that is inherently 12 hours prior notice
***frozen sperm is only good for 12 hours, unlike fresh which lasts about 72 hours***
Drive 2 hours to get to the MAIN clinic which can actually do artificial inseminations
Repeat the 3 steps above for 1-6 months until somehow for unclear reasons it works and you are pregnant
Make sure any 2nd parent adopts the kid after it's born, even if the other parent is your spouse
Part 2: In Vitro Fertilization!
The first (pause to count) 14 bullet points also apply here if you're starting off knowing you're doing IVF.
Getting the egg(s) out
Take a birth control pill for a month or 2. This gets everything on a predictable schedule.
Your fertility clinic will connect you up with a special pharmacy that ships hard-to-get drugs straight to your home. You'll schedule a date for them to be dropped off (a few days before the medication cycle starts). Some of the vials have to be kept in the fridge so you're gonna have to sign for it when it gets dropped off.
Take the day off work because these things only ship like Tuesday-Friday. UPS will tell you they'll be there between 11am and 4pm. Like all deliveries, this means they will come at 6:22pm. Or perhaps 1:30pm while you're on the toilet.
Joyfully unpack your many boxes. There'll be a list of what's in there. Confirm everything is in there. Read the storage instructions. Some of it needs to go in the fridge. Some of it needs to be stored in the dark. DO NOT PANIC ABOUT HOW BIG SOME OF THE NEEDLES ARE. The big ones are for drawing up the medications. The little needles are for injecting.
Contact the fertility clinic to let them know the drugs are here. They'll be like, cool, call us when your period starts.
The drug box will likely come with a link to the pharmacy's website, which'll have videos on how to safely administer a shot in general, and all these meds in specific.
Watch all the videos. If someone's going to be helping you, make them also watch the videos.
I recommend getting a shot blocker. It's a cheap little plastic thing with blunt nubs that you press lightly against your skin. Helps the muscle relax, and you feel it less when the needle goes it. Huge quality of life improvement when you're taking this many injections.
Start your period. Call the clinic. Clinic says okay we'll email you your drug instructions. If your clinic's website says We Stop Responding To Emails At 5; check the portal at 5. The last thing they do for the day before going home is send out these instructions.
Night 1's instructions will be something like "inject this amount of X into your thigh at the same time every night for 3 nights. Morning of Day 4 fast and come to [clinic closest to your house] for monitoring."
The clinic opens at 6am. It is absolutely fine to walk in at 5:55am. If they're not ready for you the lady at the desk will tell you to sign in and take a seat cuz they're not ready for you. Everybody understands you're hungry, nervous, and still need to make it to work on time after this is done.
It's first come first served so it you get there at 6:10 there will be 6 women already in the waiting room and you will be there until 7.
Monitoring part 1: You'll be put in stirrups like you're getting a pap smear. A tech will put an absurd amount of lube on an ultrasound wand and slide it into your vagina. She'll twist it around a bit to figure out which of your ovaries is producing and how the eggs are coming along. She will talk to you the same way a dental hygienist does while cleaning your teeth.
Monitoring part 2: just a really normal blood draw. 2 vials, and the vials are fairly small.
Check the clinic portal at 5 that night. They might say to add a new medication, they might not. This'll repeat every 2-3 days for the next week or so.
Like halfway through this process you're gonna start to be able to feel your ovaries. And that they're too full. It's weird and it's gross and it's temporary.
Eventually, the tech at the clinic will be like woah, several of these eggs are X centimeters wide! So big! That night the instructions on the portal will be to stop everything else and take The Trigger Shot at a very specific time. This drug makes you start ovulating. Exactly 36 hours after you take this shot, you're getting your eggs retrieved. You're gonna be uncomfortable tomorrow, but you can still go to work, y'know?
On retrieval day, someone will drive you to the main clinic, which is always 2 hours away from you no matter where you live. You won't be in the most pain you've ever felt, but you're grateful you don't have to drive.
Once you're there it's really the same as any other surgery prep. You have to hang out in a bed attached to an IV for half an hour but it's all pretty chill. You'll get wheeled to another room, they have you breathe in something that knocks you out. The doctor uses a little vacuum to suck up all your eggs. You wake up back where you started except now you're high. You hang out in bed for a bit until you don't feel high anymore. At some point a nurse tells you how many eggs you retrieved. Your wife takes you out for brunch after and you have to take pain meds for atrocious cramps half way through. Go home and rest. You did it.
IVF: the eggs do their thing
Back at the clinic, it's time to fertilize your eggs! There are 2 options. The one your clinic uses is basically up to their preference. Either they just kinda toss the sperm you gave them into the Petri dish with the eggs and let 'em fight it out. Or, they load one sperm into a needle and inject it into an egg. Either way, everyone's getting fertilized.
To describe the rest, I'll use my numbers as an example. From everything I've looked up, the various decreases I experienced were very average. While still loopy in my recovery bay, I was told they'd pulled 25 eggs out of me. (The average for people under 35 is 15 eggs, though the numbers can vary A LOT.) "Don't panic. You're not going to have that many embryos." The next day I found out 6 of them weren't mature/full sized, so that knocked us down to 19 that actually got fertilized. Of those, only 16 actually started to divide. At the end of day 5 I received my last email. 7 healthy embryos had been frozen. The other 9 had, over the course of those 5 days, simply stopped dividing. Stressful as it is to watch those numbers go down, it's just as stark in a fallopian tube. It takes most fertile couples a few months to get pregnant; not because the sperm isn't reaching the egg, but because the embryo isn't alive by the time it gets to the uterine wall.
I bring a real 'actually people who are pregnant do deserve some special consideration because they are effectively at least temporarily disabled if not permanently after some complications' vibe to the party that a lot of people don't seem to like
it doesn’t have to be good it just has to be done
The phrase "They don't want it perfect, they want it Friday" does wonders for my productivity.

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Always bear in mind that there is absolutely no legitimate evidence that Luigi was actually the one who killed the insurance company guy.
Of course he wasn't. He was at a party with me that day.
No but like literally, actually. All bits aside.
He didn't do it.
The cops very clearly planted evidence on him because they had to make an arrest because all eyes were on them and whoever actually did the deed was making them look stupid.
Why would the real killer hero have kept the weapon on his person and traveled two states over while carrying it and a manifesto in his bag, conveniently turning the crime into a federal matter? The same guy whose bag they found in a park, filled with monopoly money? Why did the police turn off their bodycams, take Luigi's stuff, drive a block away, turn their bodycams back on, go back into the restaurant, and then arrest him?
From the moment of his arrest, even left-of-center media has been presuming his guilt without examining anything (e.g. calling him "the killer" instead of "alleged" or "accused") and then when I say he didn't do it, the nearest person chimes in with some quip that tells me they think he did do it but should go free anyway. Don't get me wrong, I would have the same attitude if he had done it. But he didn't. It makes me feel like the only sane person in the world, even among my staunchly leftist friends.

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Making a shitty one-page RPG called Oh Shit It’s the Killer. The premise is simple: you’re a high schooler spending the weekend in the woods with your besties. The Killer is there also. He is trying to the Kill you
I say shitty not to demean the quality of my work but because it’s less an exercise in good game design and more an attempt to induce paranoid internal conflict that turns into murder (in game of course). It has like three mechanics and one of them actively encourages you to murder the other PCs
Great news!
It’s done
I put like three braincells into this, so if there’s anything about it that outright sucks, uh. Sorry not sorry, L + ratio + let’s use the 1-page restriction as an excuse for any unfun mechanics
“What if there was a game about being a genre-savvy slasher protagonist murdering their way to the role of Final Girl?”
“Sounds cool when exactly does the PvP start”
“character creation”
they slayed
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Give her her own tv show
wow dude jts so awesome that your car is loud as fuck and smells worse when it drives past. thags fucking epic man. i really like how it hurts to listen to you drive past and it scares people. thats awesome man. i really like your car that makes a loud as fuck fart sound. fucking epic dude
kid had a great week
happy 77 years to the best week of this kid's life

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The amount of safety features incorporated into modern cars is unreal. I've seen crashes where the car flipped over and the occupant only had minor injuries. My dad was t-boned by someone speeding off the highway and walked away with a broken arm. The car was completely smashed except for the passenger compartment, which was curtained on all sides with airbags. That one manufacturer has decided they are exempt from implementing all these advancements disgusting and terrifying
When I was going through driver's ed I was taught that the steering column would stab through your chest if you crashed head on and that was just the way it was. We do not want to go back, not even a little
The point of car safety features is that the car is supposed to die in an accident so you don't have to. Your car should be a pile of smoking rubble after an accident, and you should be fine.
I totaled my first car. Like, the car itself just stopped where the windshield met the dashboard. Ahead of that point, there was no more car. It was gone.
Me? I had some really spectacular bruises and a lil friction burn on my nose from where Mr. Airbag and Ms. Glasses had a disagreement. That's it. That's it.
I was driving a little tiny coupe and went more or less head-on with a pickup truck. The entire engine and hood of my car was twisted rubble that was not connected to the rest of the car afterward. I sat down on the verge, about twenty or thirty feet from the accident, while I waited for the cops and EMTs to work their way through the traffic backup to get to us, and found that I was sitting beside one of the headlights of my car. The whole entire headlight, bulb and reflector and cover and frame and all.
All I had were bruises and that little friction burn. That's it.
Crumple zones save lives. So do seatbelts and airbags; half the bruising was the exact shape of my seatbelt in livid crimson and black on my torso. It was and remains the most insanely intense bruising I have ever experienced in my life. BUT IT WAS JUST BRUISING!! Unpleasant, sure, but eminently survivable and didn't even require much treatment beyond not wearing a bra for a few days. But all the force that created that spectacular bruising was force that wasn't flinging me through the windshield or impaling me on the steering column. My car crumpled and crushed and dissolved but it held me safe and secure and protected.
Crumple zones save lives. You do not want your car to look undamaged after the accident, because that means it made like a Newton's Cradle and passed every bit of the impact straight through to your soft and highly crushable body.
This is not my usual content, but as a result of my job, I see the aftermath of many extremely fatal car crashes. And I will add, just to emphasize: your car is the product of thousands of engineers and decades of research aimed towards the goal of protecting your body in its seat inside the car. However: this relies, significantly, on your body staying in its seat. Your seatbelt is crucially important in keeping you alive. With your seatbelt, you are locked into the safest place in your vehicle. Without your seatbelt, you are a soft projectile in a rapidly collapsing metal structure. Wear your seatbelt.
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#If you're worried about being trapped by your seatbelt in the aftermath of a crash#get a combined belt-cutter/windowbreaker keychain.#They're cheap and can be lifesaving. I have seen people thrown literally into treetops because they weren't belted in#you are the softest most breakable part of any car crash and the second you leave the seat is the second you stop being protected#also try to stay in your car and belted if you're in a icy road crash#either you get far far far away from the car/road or you stay in your car and belted#because getting out of your car and loitering near it just means you are at risk of being hit by another vehicle#...or like any crash in general but blizzard pileups are especially bad for these#even with normal crashes the risk of a secondary collision caused by debris distractions etc is almost 10%#barring extenuating circumstances like fire or a flipped car#inside your car--belted with hazards on--is safer than outside
Like. Look. Listen. I have taught introductory quantum physics at a university level, and I need you all to incorporate this into your trans advocacy: There are situations where you need to make a decision to prioritize being comprehensible to your target audience above being The Most Unassailably Correct.
You can try to teach a toddler about germ theory or you can get them to wash their hands because "yucky"
Teaching a toddler to wash hands because yucky when the Ethics Understander crashes through the roof. "STOP RIGHT THERE," the Ethics Understander shouts at me. "The disgust response is not a legitimate substitute for a considered value judgment, and in fact, weaponizing disgust instead of grounding those judgments in a more rigorous framework is fundamental to reactionary rhetoric!"
The toddler looks at me. "You are a fascist, auntie. I have seen the light and will now go eat chewing gum from the pavement, unless you can educate me on a rigorous framework on the microbiology of pavement chewing gum this very instant."