Pick a hand
On the one hand, I find myself assuming the best.
On day 5 I was thinking, "They're hatching today." Last night I tried to calculate how many cells they'd attained. This morning I thought, "They might be implanting."
On the other hand, I am also assuming the worst.
I can't stop wondering, "Are they dead yet?"
The vacillation is so extreme, and happens at such breakneck speed, that I'm a little bit motion-sick. I am so hopeful, and at the same time so defeated, that I hardly know which direction to vomit in.