What a delightful surprise to get some encouraging news from the Doctor of Downers. My lining is almooost there. Trilaminer folds. 7.2. I go back on Friday to see if it's plumped up to 8. If it is, we transfer on Tuesday. DoD thinks my lining will get there. I'm allowing myself to feel optimistic. I feel certain that my threats to my ladyparts have been working. "See this needle? You can look forward to many more months of it and its cousins if you don't perform now. HaaaHaaaHaaa." Or "so raspberry leaf tea tastes like toilet water? More where that came from infidel."
I'm going to relish my good thoughts for now and for as long as possible (though infertility does not lend itself to positive thinking). My next post will involve obsessive thoughts about whether my two sole blasts survive the great thaw.
Keep your fingers crossed.