On Saturday, we awoke in the dark to a drizzly day, and headed into the office for our transfer at 7:00am.
When we arrived, we still did not know anything other than that four had fertilized. Nothing about how things had been developing. Nothing. Was a bit nervewracking.
Nurse Heather had VC change into scrubs, and me into a gown - both of us with booties and poofy little shower cap looking things. Still no word on the embies.
Next we went into the transfer room, and they opened this little window into the lab, and asked for my paperwork to let us know the status.
Since Thursday, they'd said, "No news is good news" so I was hoping they were true to their word. And, for the most part, it was. When they finally passed the paperwork to the doc...
One didn't divide. Of the others, we had a 4-cell, 7-cell, and 8-cell. Not too bad. They even gave us a picture.
The 7 and 8 cell look pretty good (8 on the bottom left, 7 on top). We didn't think to ask about what grade they were until after everything was said and done, and by that time the nurse didn't have the paperwork anymore. VC thinks he saw numbers on the chart: the 8-cell as grade 1, the 7-cell as grade 2, and the 4-cell as grade 4 ... but wasn't sure. The nurse remenbered hte 4-cell as grade 4, but didn't remember the rest.
We decided to put all three in, after the doc said he was confident we would not end up with triplets. Once they got the loaded catheter from the lab, the transfer went forward kind of anti-climacticly.
They did a sonogram from outside my stomach to get a picture of my uterus & "partially-full" bladder, and then the transfer part went really fast. After it was over, I laid there a bit elevated for about a half hour while VC and I chatted, giggled, looked up at the sky painted ceiling, and listened to music on his iPhone. I had to make him stop making me laugh because my bladder felt like it was about to burst! Eventually the nurse came back and allowed me to relieve that pressure. :)
Then, we went out for pancakes (just like egg retrieval day), rented a bunch of videos, and went home where I promptly fell asleep until 3:00pm.
By the way, I'm a total dork - I washed the clothes I wore on Wednesday so that I could wear them again. And we went to the same breakfast place. All because I'm getting all superstitious like, and wanted things to go as well on Saturday as they'd gone on Wednesday.
I have so much hope that things are going to turn out well. So does VC. Things went much better than I expected after we heard I had so few eggs. And have continued to go smoothly since.
Part of me wonders if God had a hand in this - the "only enough embryos for this one transfer thing" - helping alleviate me from any worry over left over embryos. And helping my parents feel really good about their decision to support us doing IVF.
I still have considerable fear that even though the 8-cell looks great, and the 7-cell pretty good, that they won't take. That in two weeks, on February 18th, we'll be disappointed.
And now we wait. And wait. And wait.
At least I've been exhausted since the transfer - maybe if I sleep the two weeks away it will go faster...
But... practicing the art of positive thinking. And positive hoping. And letting myself dream... just a little. Or maybe a lot.
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