It's embryo eve

T'was the night before transfer and all through the house...

Yeah, I tried, but I couldn't make it work. I'm too tired and it's late and I've got other things on my brain. So sorry, no classic poetry remakes for you today.

Still, it is indeed the night before embryo transfer and I couldn't be more excited.

That's right - circa 11:15am tomorrow, three of our five snow babies/kidsicles will be reconstituted and returned to their rightful home - my uterus. The preparations have been made, the silly green pills have been properly inserted, and the evil shots in the muscle of my upper ass have begun again in earnest.

Yep, in just over twelve hours I'll take home Miney, Moe and Leroy. Those of you who've been with us for a while may remember that last time we transferred Eenie and Meanie. So we decided to stick with the theme this time, hence Miney and Moe. But since we're transferring three, we needed another name.

And that's where Hubs came in.

Leroy is in honour of Leroy Jenkins of World of Warcraft fame. He's a bit of a rogue who charges ahead and rushes the bad guys. Sure, he pissed off his fair share of compatriots fighting beside him, but he's got legions of fans now...and how can that be bad?

Now normally I shun or mock all things WoW, but hey. If Hubs wants to put his stamp on the process, so be it. Go, Leroy, Go!

So yeah, the funds are ready, I've taken my antibiotics, the lucky socks are out and ready to go, and I've even repainted my fingers (and toes this time) with OPI's La Paz-itively Hot because it has the word 'positive' in it (kinda) and that's what I'm aiming for - to stay positive so I can end up with a positive pregnancy test.

The stage is set and it's all over but the cryin'. The cryin' that comes with the necessary full bladder to make the transfer possible, that is. Seriously, that's the only part of this whole thing that's even remotely uncomfortable. And that ain't nothing in the grand scheme of things.

For now, that's pretty much all I've got. I'm sleepy and headachy since I can't have caffeine anymore, so sleep is totally calling me.

Tomorrow I'll be pregnant! Well, technically, anyway. But I'll take it!

And that's your daily dash. How's your diva doin'?