That is tomorrow, that is the day, the day those eggs (there is 8 on one side and 6 on the other) come out to meet their donor sperm from some nice software engineer from another place in the world. We go in to the hospital at 7:30 in the morning, we will be home in the afternoon and by tomorrow night we will know if these little eggs will live to be inseminated successfully. (Gaye’s eggs haven’t got that that far before).
It has all come on much earlier than expected and Gaye has had to ‘fess up at work to get the day off as she was meant to be flying interstate with her boss for a meeting tonight and staying all day tomorrow. So now most people in our lives know (which is completely against plan A of keeping it to ourselves but there you go).
I don’t know how to be (scared, excited, hopeful, worried) so I am trying to be calm and supportive and sensible!