13.25 hours till embryo
Our seven are still sleeping peacefully (or sleeping with the fishes?), undisturbed by the sandman embryologist till tomorrow morning. Will they have two cells, five cells, eight? Will they be tidy or cluttered, clean or fragmented? Will their walls be of stone? Mudbrick? Paper? No way to know till tomorrow, 9:00 a.m.
Guess I already know the nature of my nightmares tonight.