One in the ute, five in the freezer

It's done. There is one very attractive four celled embryo within the confines of my uterus, and another five in the deep freeze.

Our doc says it was a beautiful cycle, and that all we need to do is cross our fingers that said embie is genetically OK. Then again, he could have just been on a high because he was off to Melbourne to watch his beloved West Coast in tomorrow's AFL Grand Final. Can you trust an Eagles fan?

So there you have it. Only four people present at what is hopefully the start of the poo monkey's usurper sibling's existence Now all I have to do is try and avoid fixating on the success rate of day 2/3 transfers versus blastocysts. Oh yeah, and ignore the endless abdominal protests courtesy of the cramp inducing cooter cream known as Crinone.

Wouldn't it be nice if this works, and then we can get #3 from one of our little popsicles. It would kill mr hissychick. A girl can dream!

[Tip for the day: if you have always found gynae exams uncomfortable to say the least, open your mouth and ensure that your tongue is not on the roof of your mouth. You can't tense up as much. Trust me girls, it works.]