Yesterday was the 3 year anniversary of the bad ultrasound--the one where we found out Coqui had died. Yesterday at an ungodly hour of the morning, we inseminated. In approximately 13 days we'll find out if there's any hope of redeeming the month of October. Having just finished an extremely frustrating phone call about work, I'm not feeling optimistic at the moment. It's OK if you are though. Somebody should.