...that's how old he'd be tomorrow. Really, I can't even imagine what he'd be like.
Sadly, he's forever etched in my mind as he was that day.
And images of what he might be are pretty much taken over by what Luke is and will be like. What he's like now. How I can base predictions on how he'll grow and change on the previous year's worth of life we've been blessed to experience with him.
You know what comes next.
The 28th day of the month always triggers one of those little, "There's something about today," things in my head, and tomorrow is no different, other than tomorrow is also the day we go in for our third retrieval in a little less than as many years.
I haven't really been nervous about it up until the last week and the whole estrogen/OHSS issues popping up. I feel ok, though I look about 3 months pregnant already and really have no appetite at all. I triggered last night, so all that HCG is adding to the mix.
But I am a little uneasy about what's going to be retrieved. And whether or not they'll be mature. And even if they are, they fertilize normally. And then if they'll grow ok. I don't have fabulous fertilization rates.
So, we'll see.