So today is the day Franky and I are expecting the call from Dr Cooper, informing us how successful the fertilisation of Franky's 22 eggs has been, to say we are nervous would be an understatement. I know that Franky really doesn't want to go through another egg retrieval, especially with the side effects she experienced during and after, so we are hoping at least half will now be embryos, meaning we can insert so many this time around, and hopefully still have some left over ones for another two attempts if I don't get pregnant.

It is now a little after 4pm, Franky and I finished work at 2pm today, after instructing the doctors' office not to call before 3pm, so we would both be home together to receive the news.

"Gidge, that's the phone, get your butt in the Livingroom so I can put it on speaker." I hear Franky yell as I'm grabbing a jumper from the closet. I run in to the Livingroom just as Franky answers.

"Westfall-Doyle residence, Francesca speaking." Okay…since when has she ever answered the phone like that?! I raise my eyebrows in a questioning manner and she just smirks.

"Good evening Franky, it's Dr Cooper here phoning about your results, is Bridget there with you?"

"Hello Dr Cooper, it's Bridget, Franky has put the phone on speaker."

"That's great, okay well then ladies let me get straight to the results, as you know we got 22 eggs from yourself Franky and I am very pleased to inform you that 17 of them were successfully fertilised and are currently in the incubator, where we will carry out the genetic testing I informed you of in two days' time, that will be the 17th February and we still look all set to implant on Saturday 20th."

Franky and I both zoned out as soon as we heard the number 17, that must be a mistake, that is definitely above the averages we had researched.

"Umm, Dr Cooper did you just say 17? We didn't even think we'd get half of the 22." I say frantically, not believing what I am being told.

"Yes Bridget, you were not mistaken, 17 of them! Like I said genetic testing could reduce the number, but I must say I have every confidence that it will not be by many if that is the case."

"Wow! Thank you so much Dr Cooper, this means so much to Bridget and I, we couldn't be happier with that result!" Franky shouts into the phone, finally seeming to come out of the trance she has been in.

"You ladies are more than welcome; I am so delighted the results are this promising for you – well I will be in contact with the genetic screening results in two days, like I said I have a very good feeling about that, I will let you both enjoy your night – goodbye." The phone call ends and Franky and I are on our feet, embracing each other in a tight hug.

"This calls for a celebration!" Franky exclaims as she pulls me over in the direction of the kitchen, we only have one bottle of wine in the whole house - something that is highly unusual for us, but we haven't had a drop of alcohol since our anniversary, we decide that tonight we will have one glass each then get rid of the rest. I hope more than anything that this will be my last taste of alcohol for more than nine months.

We end up dancing around the house to some old 80's punk rock that Franky has decided she now likes, it is such a laugh and we are having a great time in each other's arms, we slow down and are now swaying slowly side to side, just staring into the other's eyes.

"I love you so much Franky, God the Doc wasn't kidding when she said your eggs were in great shape!" We share a light chuckle before Franky moves us around so she is now stood behind me. She brings her hands lower until they are gently cradling my lower abdomen.

"I really hope, more than anything in the world that by this time on Saturday our baby will be starting to grow in here." She whispers in my ear as we continue to sway to the music.

"Me too Franky, me too." I reply as I lean my head back to rest on her shoulder and feel tears prick at my eyes as I am reminded of why I love this woman so much.