Sperminator 2: Genetic Boogaloo

Well, the deed is done and the reproduction rave has begun anew.

The doctor (a different one from last month, but still not my doc) said the sperm looked great - 10 million after the wash (they like to see at least 5 million) - and that my cervix also looked great.

The whole cervix thing is really not so relevant for an intrauterine insemination, especially when we've already confirmed the timing with ultrasound and bloodwork, but it's still something a girl likes to hear every now and then, you know.

I don't think I mentioned before, but yesterday's ultrasound showed my uterine lining at 15 mm - they like for it to be at least 10 mm.

So, it looks like all the ingredients are in place, now we just have to hope for the best.

Oh, and I'm sure you're all wondering how to properly refer to the little hypothetical being.

We'd yet to decide on a catchy "Z the Zygote" name this time around and I was all ready to set up a poll here to let my "fans" decide - until this afternoon.

When we'd finished at the doctor's office, we decided to get a bit of lunch. As we were looking for a parking space, Shrike said, to my tummy, "Now, listen, little Could-Be Baby - we don't ever have to come eat here again."

(She was afraid the God-awful parking situation would scare it away.)

Hmmm, Could-Be Baby . . . it doesn't quite have the same "zing" as Zippy, but I like it.

So, please keep your fingers crossed and send all the good mojo you've got, for little Coodby to get made - and then to stick!