A Watched Pot Never Boils, or Does It?
Okay, so I spent a large part of my weekend waiting for the Flo. I mean, when already. I found many ways to distract myself, though none of them really held my attention for too long. I kept running to the bathroom to see if It was here, really to no avail. i was like a kid waiting for Santa Claus and I kept thinking of that old boring adage about the pot. And then something happened.
She’s arrived.
I will go the RE tomorrow morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed to christen my IVF cycle, with stirrups, sonograms and lots and lots of needles, oh my!
Let the wanding begin!





