Big Box

Last Thursday morning, I paced my living room anxiously, praying that Fed Ex would bring my delivery before 9:30, so I could still get to work on time. I kept walking back and forth, looking out the window, hoping to see the big white truck stop out front. The pharmacy had promised me the box would come by 10 am.

The problem?

I have to be at work by 10, and I really didn't want to have to explain that I was late because I was waiting on a big box of fertility medication. That would raise a few eyebrows.


Twenty-five minutes after 9, my wish was granted. The white truck pulled up, the delivery woman jumped out, and brought the big box to my front door. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I'm pretty sure I jumped up and down and let out a squeal!

Here's what the box looked like...

I quickly opened it, to get the folli.stim out and into my refrigerator.

Inside, I found two envelopes and a small cooler.

After safely placing my folli.stim in the fridge, I ran out the door and got to work on time.

No one was the wiser.

Later, that evening, M. And I spent some time going through the package and marking off items. I wanted to make sure everything that was ordered was there, and explain some of it to M.

Once it was all laid out, it took up three quarters of my coffee table!

We are ready to roll here at Not The Path I Chose.