Our girl, Lily

 

I'm writing this in the garden, after having it confirmed that we won't be doing an embryo transfer today. My ovaries are still too large (7 x 8 x 10 cms to be precise) and I don't feel well enough to do this anyway. So we're freezing our four little embryos tomorrow (fingers crossed that they do ok) and I am focussing on chilling out.

The weather is helping. It is warm and sunny and will be for the next few days, and our beautiful garden is giving me chills. I may not have babies (yet) but I have all this green. Plus our Lily under the table.

Lily has now been with us for about 3 months. She is a chocolate brown Portuguese Water Dog and she has become such a focus for us. It may not be altogether healthy for her to be the centre of attention, but I see that both W and I had love left over to give from giving to each other - we needed a dog. And I knew this deep inside the whole time.

Persuading W to get a dog took time, basically about 3 months. In the end, I think he decided that it was non-negotiable, so I flew out to Budapest and picked her up. PWD breeders aren't exactly thick on the ground. She was then just over 10 kilos, and is now 19, and I struggle to remember how small she was. But she certainly fit in my lap, whereas now (although she thinks she can) she can't.