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I sold my body to science for $250.

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I always laugh when I hear about folks who participate in tests for pharmaceutical companies. It seems like a horrible idea to take drugs that haven’t been tested. I mean really, who does that?!?

*Meekly raise my hand*

Apparently there is a black market for pregnant lady blood and I decided to cash in.

My co-worker participated in a study on pregnant women dedicated to preventing the need for dangerous amniocentesis testing. No drugs are required, only blood donations from pregnant women.

The value of a tiny tube of my blood? $250.

I was reluctant to donate blood at first, regardless of how little was required, but gave in as soon as I visited the medical facility. It was cleaner than my doctor’s office!

Test subjects can donate up to 6 times over the course of 20 weeks, but I’m too far in my pregnancy and could only donate once.

I’m a bit jealous of my co-worker who is on her third donation and has fully furnished her baby’s room on pharmaceutical company checks but hey, I’m extremely grateful for my $250.

Yes, my doctor approved the donation. Yes, it was safe and sanitary. Yes, the check cleared.

And one day, I hope amniocentesis testing will be a thing of the past.

He Did It!!

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After all the time, the dedication, and… the MONEY, he did it. My husband finished his degree.

Well, OK, so he still has two summer school classes to take but since he will finish this summer, they let him walk at the ceremony this weekend.

I’ve been so busy with work and obsessive house cleaning (aka fanatical nesting), I haven’t had time to enjoy the moment. On the morning of the graduation, I woke up at 5am, made a batch of cinnamon rolls, cleaned the bathroom… again, got ready, and left for the ceremony. I chatted with my parents before the ceremony and promptly at 8am, the lights went off and Pomp and Circumstance filled the air.

Suddenly, the waterworks started. I couldn’t control my darn crying.

Fortunately, being just over 7 months pregnant, I can get away with almost anything… including crying at graduation ceremonies. The reality is, I’m so proud of my husband, I would have cried anyway – baby or no baby.

My saving grace was my mother. She’d randomly start clapping for graduates we didn’t know. Thinking she was being supportive of students whose parents weren’t there, I was warmed by her sweet thoughts… until she let me know her REAL reason for applause. “I’m clapping for all the girls with cute shoes” she said in a very serious tone.

Hmmm… and people think I’M the weird one.

We celebrated with one heck of a graduation party at our home with friends and family.

It was a really, really great weekend.

There he is!