Winning the lottery

I've been bouncing back and forth between being really excited about our chances with IVF and being dismally, completely, not optimistic at all. 40% chance of success. That number sounds so low compared to what other women I know get. In fact, the more I think about that stupid number, the worse it sounds.

Then the other night, J and I had a little pow wow.

As we were sitting there chit chatting about our days and the upcoming cycle (and joking about the oh-so-fancy sharps container that is sitting on our buffet in the dining room, just waiting for empty needles), I told J, "You know what? If someone offered to sell me a lottery ticket for $17,000 and told me I had a 40% chance of winning 30 million dollars, I think I'd be all over that."

He looked me in the eye and said, "And having a baby is worth so much more than 30 million dollars. It's priceless."

So, I think we're currently in the glass-is-half-full camp. God bless my husband.