I’m in a bad mood. Just plain semi-miserable! Sitting in an idyllic, palm-fringed, olive tree-filled garden in deepest, darkest, southern Morocco. This place should be heaven but the dexamethasone (steroids) that I’m taking (another kitchensinkesque move on the medication front from my clinic to give baby every chance of survival in those crucial first few weeks) is dampening my mood. Not that I’m an easy customer by any means on a normal day. “Dynamic’ I’d call myself, but I’m either a ‘love it’ or hate it’. I’m never anything in between. I hate in between. It’s boring. I have no patience for boring. My husband says I’ll never be happy. Maybe he’s right. Continue Reading

I hope its twins. What if one of the embryos we had transferred splits and its triplets? I’m 5’2 , well 5’1 and a half really. Where will they fit for a start? I love the idea but the reality….well the reality would be a nightmare. One thing for sure; I would catch up with my best friend in one fell swoop. Im too competitive. Continue Reading

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