After months of waiting and nail-biting, our Lucky Number Ten embryo had their next round of photographs taken, aka, the 7 week scan.

This was a nail-biting moment for both my partner and I as we've been in this situation before and they've never gone particularly well. Historically, there's been long pauses, the sharp inhalations, the 'we'll book you in for another scan next week', previously. This time, we were told that everything is looking good and no cause for concern.

This means we have a grainy, black and white photo of a tiny 7 week old little person growing inside my wife. With a super-fast lighthouse of a heartbeat, our 1cm long foetus still has a yolk sac and foetal pole. But we have made a person and have even been given a due date. Quite a thing to hear on a grim Tuesday morning!

There's a long way to go still, but this is a major milestone along the IVF route and it's an incredible, humbling experience.

Of course, the time I don't take my phone with me, is of course the time the clinic call back. So when I find my better half, she's already talking to them about our results. On speakerphone. In a café. Which is of course amazing timing.

On average, the statistics for people in our age range is that there about 10 eggs are collected, of which 60-70% may be fertilised.

Our numbers are:

11eggs were harvested and after

19hours

8are fertilised.

Which is incredible.

It's like having had a year of trying for a baby condensed into a single month. It's the year of emotional highs and lows, concentrated into a fraction of the time. The intensity and rollercoaster of mood-swing cliff-edges is exhausting.

But it's a year of trying, and a year of energy.

Onwards to tomorrow, to see how our family of eggs are getting on.

Fingers-crossed.