No Go.

As it turns out, there'll be no implantation tomorrow. My gynae thinks my body is not well enough to receive the fertilised egg. To forge ahead with the egg transfer would mean risking being violently ill throughout the pregnancy, and possibly losing the baby.

Sigh.

So, implantation will have to wait till 12 days after Aunty Susan came and left (another month of waiting, that is).

Meanwhile, I should let my husband know that I shall be wallowing in self-pity, and the only way to get me out of it is to make my favourite homemade curry puffs for me tonight.