Dispatches from the Pulling-It-Out-Of-The-Crapper Desk

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.

Comments

[BrooklynGirl]

Great news. Thinking good thoughts.

[Eva]

Fantastic. Congrats!

[Geohde]

Fantastic news.

Now to simmer in-utero for a fortnight and hope for HCG at the end....

J

[kate]

We love you guys, and your little blasts, too. :>

[Cecily]

This is great! Just so you know, all my embryos--both the twins and Tori-were grade b. :)