Forgive the lack of eloquence. I'm operating under the influence of three hours of sleep and Valium-induced stupidity.
Frank and I left here promptly at 4am and arrived at Mia's rental apartment at 6:30. We had enough time to go to Atlanta Bread Co. for a leisurely breakfast, where I started loading up the bladder. By the time we got to the clinic at 8:00, my eyeballs were floating.
As with the last transfer, Dr. Sleepy was not there and his partner, who I'll call Dr. General, did our transfer today. He called us back to the conference room to discuss what we had left to work with. This was the moment that both Mia and I were the most anxious over. If you recall, we had ten 8-celled embryos on day three. Equal to Dr. Sleepy in warmth and caring, Dr. General began by explaining how shocked he and Dr. Sleepy have been at how well Mia stimmed and the excellent condition of the resulting embryos. He opened Mia's file and before us was a picture of EIGHT beautiful blastocysts! A few were a bit larger than the others, but even the smaller ones were in great shape. Mia cheered – I mean she literally punched the air with a big cheerleader-style V for victory and squealed a loud "YIPPEEEEEEE!!!!" the gave me a huge hug as tears of joy began to well in her eyes.
Dr. General pointed out the two largest blasts and explained that because they had already expanded and were close to hatching, those were the two that would be transferred. He went on to explain that the next largest four would be frozen today, and again Mia cheered. The other two, as well as two embryos not shown in the picture that hadn't quite yet made it to blast, would be allowed to grow for another day and if any remained from those, then they would be frozen as well. So, two perfect, beautifully expanded blasts were transferred to me and 4 were frozen. In the picture above, the two on the bottom were the ones transferred: Rocket is on the left and Masterblaster is on the right.
As we waited out my 30 minutes of bedrest, Mia practically ping-ponged off the walls, hopping and twirling around with glee. Her cheeks began to hurt from smiling so much. She called Urs, who has been back in Europe since the beginning of the month. He was soooo relieved and excited to hear that everything had gone so well.
We could not have asked for a better transfer. God has really blessed us to come this far and I pray that the blessings will continue with a healthy pregnancy. In the meantime, I just need to focus on crossing the next hurdle, which for me is a positive pregnancy test. I have some tests left over from the last time, but I don't feel the burning desire to dip sticks with reckless abandon (at least not yet). I got the first indications of shadow lines at 3dp5dt with Baby M, so I think I might hold out until at least that point. Maybe. I might start driving myself crazy and like a junkie who needs a fix, I might find myself foaming at the mouth while sitting on the toilet tearing a test open with my teeth.
Thanks to all of you who've dropped in to offer support and words of encouragement over the past few days! Now if you all can keep me from climbing the walls, I'd greatly appreciate it. Beta is June 4.