Tomorrow.


Tomorrow we'll know for sure.


Tomorrow is our embryo transfer.

Don't Lose Hope art magnet by Rachel Gertrude via Etsy

Comments

  1. waiting and wishingMarch 20, 2012 at 4:23 PM

    You can do this! I'm looking forward to a good report after tomorrow's transfer!

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  2. caitlinMarch 20, 2012 at 4:40 PM

    Fingers crossed for tomorrow. Please please let this be it.

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  3. AmberMarch 20, 2012 at 5:08 PM

    Good luck!!! Hoping for good news and a perfect transfer!!

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  4. JenMarch 20, 2012 at 6:40 PM

    Good luck tomorrow!!!

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  5. myfertilityjourneyMarch 20, 2012 at 8:03 PM

    Good luck girl!!! Fingers crossed!

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  6. Mrs. FMarch 20, 2012 at 10:59 PM

    Good luck!

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  7. KanisMarch 21, 2012 at 12:53 AM

    Oh my goodness. Best of luck!

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  8. EmHartMarch 21, 2012 at 7:57 AM

    So so so so so so much love and luck!!! FX so hard and I am holding my thumbs.

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