The lab promised to send me a letter telling me whether any of the other 8 embryos made it to blastocyst stage in order to be frozen. When it hadn't arrived after a week, I was worried that perhaps none of them had survived long enough to freeze. So yesterday, I made the call, and asked the nurses to tell me - two six-day embryos frozen! Whatever else happens with this cycle, I'm taking that as excellent news. Lovely procrastinating little embryos.
As for this one - the one transferred last week? I have a blood test Friday to see if it is planning to stick around. Now that it is only two days away, I can feel a magnetic force pulling me forward in time - I just want to skip ahead, to get that phone call from the lab. But only if it is good news! As for peeing on a stick - we'll see how far my patience lasts. If I tested tomorrow, that would be 15 dpo, so there'd be a decent chance it would be accurate. Meanwhile, I'm trying to breathe in the sunshine.
Pinafore Obsession - I have been casually searching since sometime last year for the perfect pair of dungarees and the perfect pinafore. The dungarees are for another day, th...
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