From the very beginning of this cycle, long before the first syringe touched my bruised abdomen, I said that no matter how many eggs were retrieved, I wanted at least 2 to transfer and 2 to freeze. While I would have been thrilled with more, I had my mind steadfastly pinpointed on this minimum. However, after learning that only 4 eggs fertilized, I was pretty certain that this hope would not be fulfilled and braced myself to forfeit one of my frozen cycles on s.hared r.isk. That is until they called me this morning and let me know that I was still 4 for 4. Miraculously, all of them made it to blast!
My expectations were exceeded. While this does not determine the outcome, I am still grateful that we have come this far. My worst fears are allayed somewhat. I came into IVF terrified that my eggs would not stand a chance. I mean, IUIs give you very little information other than the fact that you can collect BFNs faster than OctoMom can accept government handouts. Still, this experience was harder than I realized it would be. It was a true roller coaster, and, of course, continues to be.
When my doc called me this morning, she happily told me that the lab put a smiley face on the final report, which they rarely do. It's these little things I appreciate. After biting my knuckles through the blinding, burning need to pee, and after my embies decided to not leave the comfort of the catheter on the first try, they finally settled nicely into my fluffy triple layer where I hope they will find the accomodations pleasing enough to set up house for the next 8-9 months.
So, without further ado, our two dead sexy rock stars:
Our other two stars needed a little more time to grow up and will continue on to day 6 before they determine for certain whether freezing will be an option. I really hope so. In the mean time, I am officially PUPO (pregnant until proven otherwise). Man, it's going to be a LOOONG 9 days...