That's right.

It's what you think it is.  

THE squeezie thing.  Not just any squeezie, but THE squeezie.

No I did not steal it, but I told the phlebotomist I was going to.  I told her you all were egging me on to do it. 

So she said, "you can just have it."

And then she said "Wait, here's a new one. Take this one."

And so I did.  I could not believe my good fortune!

Then I left and took this triumphant picture of myself in the stairwell.

I had to hurry in case someone realized what had just transpired and came after me saying "excuse me, but please return the giant sperm to our office."

My expression is fierce, isn't it?  I am not looking great, but a fierce face can carry you a long way.

It's hard to take a self-portrait with an iPhone but this moment had to be captured for all time.  

Good thing I had the place all to myself or I might've had some 'splainin' to do.  

T-Minus 14 hours until my egg retrieval tomorrow.  

I've got my squeezie and I'm ready.