All Praise Cecil

Do you all remember Cecil Turtle? He's the only character who ever got the better of Bugs Bunny. He outsmarted the wiley wabbit in races three times between 1941 and 1947.

Slow and steady, and an airflow chassis, win the race, my friends.

Apparently, I've got two sacks full of Cecils in my ovaries. Ah, yup, we've got a baker's dozen (how topical!) follicles between 10 and 18mm, just slowly and steadily getting larger, biding their time and aiming for the finish line. Today, for the first time, the good doc mentioned the possibility that instead of implanting embryos three days after retrieval with assisted hatching, they might dispense with the hatching and wait until Day 5 if they get at least six good eggs out of me. Until today, that wasn't even a possibility.

Ah, yup.

As Sister Ignatius* used to say, festina lente.

We'll amble on down to the clinic again tomorrow and see what's cookin'. As my good friend Cecil once said, "time's a wasting, speedy."

* I did not make that name up. Sister Ignatius was my high school Latin teacher. Mean old crosseyed coot. She changed my life and I will never forget her.

P.S. Happy Birthday to my husband, who is wonderful and loving and amazing and is having kind of a crappy birthday because he's sick.