The egg harvest went well. Dr. S. called this morning and said six of you eight eggs were mature enough to fertilize! As I write this, you are growing in a dark, quiet room. You are so tiny, it's hard to even see you under a microscope. I am almost afraid to let myself love you already...but I do. I wonder who each of you are. Girls? Boys? Athletes? Doctors? Writers? It's unbelievable to me that as teensy as you are, you are a part of me and a part of your Dad (the best of us I hope!) I am praying for you. I want you to grow strong and healthy. I desperately want you to be able to grow inside me. I will take care of you and love you very much. I can't wait to meet two of you on Friday!
Self-portrait as I wait to go into the operating room.