Lucky eight

Had the call from the lab:

10 eggs were injected with mr hissychick's sperm, and eight have fertilised. I can live with that.

Day two transfer booked for 10 to 10 tomorrow morning, and we'll freeze what is left, depending on how the little critters go between now and then. Divide for your life little embies!

It's such a mind fuck, this waiting game. Oh well, no time to navel gaze, am dead tired after a bad night with the poo monkey. Was it illness...or can she sense competition in the air?