I saw the egg. It was just chillin' out there in the follicle, waiting. Waiting to mature just a little bit more, waiting to be released and travel through the fallopian tube. The doctor showed us both the egg on the ultrasound screen, and measured the lining of my uterus as well. I go back in tomorrow for FSH injections, one in each hip, to get that little egg to (hopefully) release and start its journey. For many, the presence of an egg within the ovary is nothing special...it is something that happens like clock-work every 28 days or so. For me, even without knowing for sure whether or not we'll conceive this cycle, it feels like a miracle. Could this little egg we saw today be a potential baby? In a few weeks' time, will it be an embryo...a few weeks after that, a fetus? I am so excited, so hopeful...so desperately wishing that this is our second chance. If it doesn't happen, we will try again next month. We will grieve for a few days, then pick ourselves up and try one more time. I don't want to think about that right now, though. Right now...I'm going to revel in the knowledge that I have an egg. And hope and pray with all my might that all the drugs and shots do what they're supposed to.

-Em