Angels all about...

I'd like to believe there are angels all about. After all, I could use some good karma my way, maybe even a miracle or two.

I heard Elizabeth Kubler Ross once say that if you meditated hard enough "your" angels would reveal their names to you. So, I gave it a try (back in my gullible, try-anything-spirituality days). I tried to clear my mind (not an easy task mind you) and after a while three names came to me: Lyle, Harry, and Herman. So, there you have it--my own angelic version of the three stooges.

On the earthly plane today, I got new orders to quit the Lupron and to anticipate the scheduled release of my embryos held hostage on Wednesday of next week. Now, I begin the not so fun progesterone shots in the butt and add in a antibiotic for preventative measures. Maybe the end of this race is getting clearer.

So, here's a toast to Lyle, Harry, and Herman--let them be adept at finessing my fertility karma in the coming week...