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Rubber Gloves, Anyone?

The other day while me and Aaron were waiting for my doc to come in to talk with us, we had a moment to survey the room and apparently way too much time to think.

I've always noticed that they always have an ample supply of tampons and pads in the restroom and exam rooms for patients to use if needed. Which I totally wouldn't need if I could just get pregnant already. So we made a comment about how we could try to make our money back by "borrowing" all of the free stuff at the clinic.

Not quite sure how much we can re-sell these items for, but we're going to start stocking up on tampons, pads, rubber gloves, K-Y Jelly, condoms (used on the ultrasound probe), etc.

Brilliant plan. We're going to raise the money we need for IVF in no time if we keep up the smart thinking. Stealing our way to a baby. That's got to bring good luck! (For my sarcasm naive friends, I'm totally kidding. Unfortunately, there isn't a font to show wittiness.)

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  1. AnonymousAugust 23, 2009 at 7:20 PM

    You are too funny.. but that stuff is worth alot on the black market.. LOL.. Good way to keep your spirits up.. Jennifer

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  2. catieAugust 23, 2009 at 9:28 PM

    Robbie and I are now searching for the font that shows wittiness and so far our search has lead us to one that certainly does NOT show wittiness...ironically, Comic Sans.

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  3. colbydvmAugust 24, 2009 at 9:18 PM

    Don't worry, I speak sarcasm fluently. It's like a second language to me. What brand of condoms you fencing?

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  4. AnonymousAugust 25, 2009 at 3:15 PM

    lolol I don't think those condoms will actually fit anyone ...

    When my SIL was in labor, my DH and I made it to the labor room just in time to see ... my brother with a glove on his head, which he had blown up with his nose. Of course it popped, leaving him partially deaf for the birth of his son. Moral of the story: never leave men alone with medical supplies.

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  5. JessAugust 25, 2009 at 5:33 PM

    Why are you kidding? It sounds like a brilliant idea to me! :)

    babyparamore.blogspot.com

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  6. MissyAugust 25, 2009 at 6:22 PM

    That would be awesome. Next time I'll bring a bigger purse to stock up on supplies.

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