#hope
Alright ladies. Let’s put the fun back in infertility! Mom. You should probably stop reading now.
My sister and I always look for c*ckrings, I mean, new bracelets in Disneyland. (I TOLD you you should stop reading!) This trip – for this point in my life, I feel like I hit the mother load. A stretchy orange and yellow bracelet that says HOPE and has a cute little Mickey head on it. #Hope sorta being the twitter hash-tag for infertility, me starting my injections tonight, I bought myself one.
Then I wished I could buy them for all the infertility bloggers I follow because they are SOO cute! And useful! And, of course, Hopeful. But then I realized that most of the bloggers I follow wouldn’t really want a #hope/mickey mouse c*ckring. Or would they….
One of the horrible things about infertility, is that having sex becomes a job. A heavily scheduled, overly analyzed, job. Enter, your #hope c*ckring. You have something you can wear on your wrist that will remind you that there is hope. That at the end of this expensive, emotionally draining journey, we will all HOPEfully have babies. Somehow.
But wait! There’s more! You can also slide it over your mans.. er… junk (start when he’s soft, pull each bit through one at a time) and enjoy the added benefits a c*ckring provides; increased sensitivity, increased size (yes, it’s true) and increased sense of naughtiness. The c*ckrings job is to hold things in place that usually flop around giving your man, a new randy feeling down there. In the dungeon, I’ve found that no matter what a clients interests are, mild to wild, they all enjoy a c*ckring.
Then? You have a bracelet that reminds you that there is #hope that you will still have a great sex life with the man you love despite the job it’s become.
So, I’m going to do the first, and last give away on my blog. I have three and will send them out to three random readers. Comment on this post between now, the evening I started my shots, and December 1st, or there about, when I do my retrieval, and I will use select three random commenters to send award them to. 
They are one size fits most. For some it may be too big, and? For a lucky few, too small.
Heh. I hope there are three of you that want them! This could go down as the biggest failure of a give away in the history of blogdom.
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