Okay, so after consulting with Dr. Google and the kind folks at SMO, I realize now that maybe you’re not trying to screw me over after all, at least not yet. I will give credit where credit is due – thank you very much for growing a thick, plushy 11mm lining. I ‘preciate it. However, consider yourself on probation. I do not expect to see that fluid still hanging around in my uterus when we get to transfer, comprende? Progesterone is supposed to help out with that and starting Thursday you’re going to get two whopping shots per day of it. It also seems as though orgasms are supposed to help by getting the uterus to contract; I do not think you deserve the pleasure but my mind certainly does, and since we’re a team we might as well have a little fun while we try to fix this problem. Body, please refrain from sending me into near-cardiac arrest and Mind, no more nonsense nightmares about drowing embryos screaming for help in my flooded uterus.