Tomorrow is it. We go back to Atlanta to find out how I responded to the Clomid and if we can proceed with trying to get pregnant this cycle. I’m not too worried about how I responded since I had such a good response last time, but there’s always that little bit of fear in the back of your mind. What I’m most afraid of is that the doctor will tell me there are too many eggs again to continue with this cycle.

Best case scenario: five eggs with three mature. That’s a guesstimate going off last time’s 10 eggs with seven mature. Since my dosage of Clomid was cut in half, I think five is a pretty good guess. We’ve decided that even if all five are mature we’re going to go ahead this time. I mean really, what are the chances of all five being fertilized? Famous last words, huh?