Reclining in the post-op room and huddled under warmed blankets, the semi-high Chance introduced us to the nurse:
"This is the Uterus of Steel – my friend Moxie – and this is my husband Frank," she explained, as she rested her hand on the shoulder of the man sitting next to her.
"Actually," I interjected, "that's Apollo, and my husband Frank is out in the van."
Drugs are good, I tell you. Whatever she had, I want some, too. She looked pretty damned jolly on that buzz.
We got 15 eggs, and we are happy. We'll get our fert report sometime tomorrow afternoon.
Keep the prayers and wishes coming. Something seems to be working this time around.