The husband here, coming at ya with the succinct sounds of results-oriented reportage.
We got the call this morning to come in for a Day 5 transfer. Wahoo! So around 8:30am we had 1 blastocyst (the embryo formerly known as the lonely 8-cell'er) and 1 morula (one of our 5-cell pups workin' hard to make it to the major leagues).
But hey, the time we got to the office, the morula had moved on up into an early-stage blast, and (sweet embryogenesis!) one of our other ne'er-do-well 5-cell'ers had hauled it's butt into morula-land. We ended up transferring 1 rock-solid blast, 1 early blast, and 1 morula -- exactly the same mix as last cycle, but actually a day earlier this time.
And, would ya believe, we have 3 more laggards that have a fightin' chance of making it to blast by tomorrow, so who knows, we might even end up with 1 or 2 blasts to freeze.
Needless to say, we are both feeling mighty relieved, and may I say, rather pleased with ourselves.