I know I am silly taking pictures of weak positives, and I know we should not be getting so excited so soon, but heck, I have waited for one whole year for a good feeling like this, where you think everything COULD go well. Yes, it has lots of chances to not go well, but it could go well, and the chances of that are better than half. Perhaps for once in my life the odds are going to be on my side. And if they are not...it is better to have loved and lost than not loved at all. I choose to get excited. I have spent the whole evening reading about embryonic development, and at the moment, as we speak, BabyH is busy developing a primitive streak.
It's a hard job, being an embryo!