Six Little Embyos Settle in for the Night

Today we made the journey to Daly City once again and had our embryo transfer at Dr. Z's. We met with him at 11 to go over the status of the embryos. Since we had last spoken with the nurse on Friday, one of the embryos had only made it to 3 cells. Dr. Z said that 3 cell embryos are nearly always abnormal. They would watch it a while longer to see if it would divide further but it was his feeling that it would not.

So of the remaining six we had one Grade I (at 7 cells) and five Grade II (one at 4 cells, 2 at 6 cells, one at 7 cells, one at 8 cells, and one at 9 cells). Dr. Sher wrote in a chat transcript that day 3 embryos with 7 to 9 cells are the most successful at reproducing, so that Grade II 4 cell guy might not make it. Amazing that there is data on even this.

For the rest of the evening I've been destined to an evening of bedrest, only rising to pee. J has been great, even impressing JS: he made dinner, turned the heat on high for me, doted on me throughout the night. JS came by and spent many hours laying in bed with me, thinking up amusing and not so amusing names for our six little embies. She's still worried, concerned, that I'll name of the boys Basile.

My hips and stomach ache from laying in bed for so long. Tomorrow morning we'll try out the new, smaller, 25 gauge needles that apparantly work well with my progesterone in ethyl oleate (as opposed to sesame/peanut/soy oil). J's been great administering the progesterone in oil (aka: PIO). He was queasy about the first injection, but after the first he's gotten less worried about it. The first two shots were with the 22 gauge needles that left a gaping hole in my butt cheek.

Me and the embies are off to bed.