If I live through the next twelve hours without any major catastrophes (including but not limited to the class observation going badly, getting in a car accident on the way to Dr. Gorgeous's, low sp*rm count in my only specimen, being late for my second class) I will be most amazed.
I woke up around 1:30 feeling pukey and hot. So I stripped off a layer, ate half a banana and lay there quietly. I'd be on the verge of sleep and my heart would start racing. Ovidrel + nerves is a bad, bad combo.
Although I wouldn't dare use the word hope, I do find it noteworthy that not only have I managed to squeak in that last IUI before the big 3-8, but if I do manage to conceive I'd be exactly 6 weeks on my birthday. How's that for kismet?
hoping you get the best birthday present ever!!!
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