Kerbear... what can I say. I am so sorry but I'm crossing everything that you will have a beautiful day 3 embie to transfer and at least another one to freeze.
Vic- Thank you for your wishes for tomorrow.
AFM- I have to say I'm dreading it all a bit. Not the transfer, but what comes after it. Like DH said tonight when I said I wasn't feeling confident, "Well, that's understandable. If you'd played six games of football and lost all of them, you'd most likely turn up to your seventh expecting to lose again." Ummm, ok...?! Bless him. I guess that's what I get for marrying a jock! Oh and in a bit of karma, after I complained this morning of feeling a bit feverish and unwell (progesterone makes me crampy and nauseated and the prednisone makes me agitated) and saying I didn't want to go to work, DH offered, "At least it wil be air conditioned at work." WTF! When I got home tonight, guess who's camped on the couch with the bucket and a cold washer!? I must say I have struggled to muster much sympathy. And DTD is off the agenda too. Oh well.
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