Here we are, almost half way through the two week wait, yet again.
Considering it's the 16th 'two week wait', that means we've had thirty two weeks of two week waiting.
There is something charmingly symmetrical about it, almost chess board like.
Anyway, by the middle of next week we'll know if the method of attack worked or not, and we'll know whether we get to arrange the monitoring for the next cycle, or not.
At least, if it doesn't work this time, we have the knowledge that we will have some help or attention for the next cycle, so the 'bounce back' period should be a little quicker.
Shut up, it will.
The next week or so will build up from a state of mild curiosity, to an insane, on the hour every hour following of ET everytime she takes a piss.
I will, in fact, probably spend, 82% of my time from next Monday onwards, standing outside our bathroom door.
Who says this trying to conceive stuff isn't fun?
Someone else in for a hell of a week is poor old Dan, from All that comes with it. As some of you know, starting tomorrow, Dan is part of a group of ten fine chaps who are walking 78 miles in 6 days to raise funds for the Joseph Salmon trust.
You know I'm a miserable bastard and wouldn't promote anything here if I didn't think it was worth it, so trust me, you need to read the Joseph Salmon story here, in his parent's Neil and Rachael's own words. Then go clicky clicky here and give a few quid if you can spare it in support of the guys, who are VERY close to their target. Judging by the state most of the walkers seem to be in, the chances are that one or two of them won't make it home without some sort of intervention from the emergency rescue services.
I really hope both Spencer's and Dan's crews both reach their targets.