Oh, my peeps. You make me smile with your good wishes and thoughts. And, for this grouchy infertile, that is saying alot.
But, enough about you. Inquiring minds want to know. What was the haul?
Yep, 14 eggs. A new Mrs. X record.
Hopefully, there will be lots of mature little buggers in that lot that are begging to be fertilized with the best and the brightest troops that Mr. X could muster. The embyrologist will call tomorrow with the fert report.
In the mean time, I will be happy that so far, we’re doing pretty darn good.
image: Leo Reynolds