It’s that time again. Time to get the ball, or, more precisely the egg rolling.
This cycle hasn’t been without it’s challenges. The drug mix made me feel quite dreadful all in all.
But it seems to have been worth the misery. This morning’s ultrasound showed we should have 7-8 eggs of the right size. More than last time. Many many more than last time.
The long shot isn’t looking so long right now. Hope is sneaking in.