It’s about time…

…for us to get a bit of good news for a change.  And what do you know, it happened.

My nurse called this morning, and was very solicitous.  She asked a couple of times how I was doing, and it made me very nervous, because it made me expect more bad news.  But – That wasn’t the case.  She was actually calling to tell me that we had 2 embryos at the 8 cell stage.  Yeah, Two!

I was perplexed, because on Saturday morning we were told that only one had fertilized, and I didn’t know how one could turn into two at this point, so I was shocked.  I asked her, and she said that one had fertilized late, but had caught up.

Being flustered - and crying with relief (I had let myself believe that today was going to be more bad news) I didn’t ask for any more information.  I don’t know that she would have had more to give me, although if she had been able to tell me if there were fragmentation, or the grades of our little 8 celled embies, I would have latched on to that.  As it is, she said that there were both on track right now, and looking good.

So I guess right now our cast of characters is:

• The Little Embie that Could

And

• The Late Bloomer

 ***Update***:  my clinic only does 5 day transfers, and then only if you have expanded blasts.