I realised this morning that in the last 12 months I have only shaved my legs/toes/some other parts for egg retrieval. What a dubious honour for my Doctor. Off to hospital tomorrow. I’m pretty tired of all these drugs, all this debt, all this failure.
Owlie and Pcat have been giving us some rocking support. They’ve minded Arlo and Huey lots of times, given us heaps of encouragement and presented us with many tokens of luck. Today Owlie gave me this beautiful embroidered good luck charm. I’ve put it in the kitchen where I will see it all the time.
And while I carry on with my (overall) 15th cycle of IVF, I have these amazing creatures to keep me company by day and to snuffle up against me by night.