We're going to day 5. The embryologist said that there are so many excellent quality, 8-celled day-three'ers that he couldn't distinguish two stand-outs to transfer today. He said that we might even end up with a few to freeze. From his mouth to God's ears.
Good again. Good again.
And now, I'm going to play hooky from school and spend the day pretending like I'm actually going to get some work done around here. Hey – it's the thought that counts, right?