Well, we've survived Whacking Day again and arrived at that happy place, Week One of The Wait, with some hope of good news in twelve days' time. The stats this time are as follows: 4 mature follicles in me, 43 million swimmers from hubby delivered via catheter, plus two deposits at home the fun way.Last year at this time I was pregnant, but didn't know it yet. That of course ended in yet another loss. Will I still be in this awful place next February? It's all I can do to think positively for even a day, but assuming my anatomy hasn't been too severely damaged by the endo and cysts, we may have a shot at it this time. All I can do now is hope and say a little prayer: Dear God, gimme a break, man!
Also, I'm putting up a pic of the T-shirt hubby got on a recent business trip. Funny, but I don't think I'll let him wear it out in public:
3 comments:
Go swimmers...go eggies. Hoping for a great update in 2 weeks!! Your hubby has a funny sense of humour.
Good luck! I hope everything works out!
...nice shirt!
Sounds like the odds are very much in your favor! Here's hoping that you get to stay in that happy place for a long, long time.
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