Transfer Day

J and I are on our way to the clinic for transfer. I've dressed in layers so I'll be sure to be comfortable on the long drive home.

Nurse J, the one I don't care for, just called to give us the embryo report. Of the five embryos that fertilized, two didn't make it. One never cleaved and the other cleaved and arrested at the 2-cell stage.

We're both really depressed at losing two of the five. This has turned out to be the worst cycle we've ever had. I don't hold out much hope for the last three unless one could safely assume that because all of the others failed, it increases the probability of 'the good one' being left in the group of the remaining 3.

That is the only thing that gives me hope at this point. I think, 'The other eggs must have been bad...so what's left has to have a better shot!'

Here's the tally so far:

9 eggs retrieved (2 didn't fertilize, 1 dead egg)
6 fertilized

Of the 6 that fertilized:
1 was 3pn
1 didn't cleave
1 cleaved but arrested at 2 cells

3 little Indians remained

Oh how I hope that one of those little Indians sticks around.

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Update:

Turns out that the clinic has THREE people named "J" and that the crazy one who said she would call me wasn't the same as the one that claimed she never said she'd call me. Egads. You think they'd know by now that this would confuse patients and to let us know WHICH "J" we were talking to.

So....the three little indians were all transferred at 10:50AM PST.

Embryo stats:
2 @ 8 cells - grade 2 (one might be a grade 1)
1 @ 9 cells - grade 2

Perfect size for day 3 embryos, all grade 2 but the embryologist said she was a bit harsh with one of the 8 celled ones and that she would, in retrospect, had rated it a 1. I was so thankful that they were 8 and 9 cells and not 4's, 5's and 6's. I think I would have cried my eyes out right then and there if that was the case.

Oh, and in case you are wondering about the football shaped embryo on the right, it's one of the grade 2's, the 9 celled one I think. The embryologist said that she sees this shape every so often but that it's not a red flag at all. I joked, "It's clearly got room to grow in there!" I also told J, "That one has the "HisSurname Shaped Head" already...oy!" I see a c-section in our future...

So we are hopeful that our little group of three represents the best of the bunch and, hell, that's all we have for now: hope.

Off to go and pee on a stick...